The first time you saw it, you didn’t understand. Fez was standing at the edge of the room like he was waiting for something to happen. Like he was bracing himself.

But he wasn’t looking at you.

He was staring at the door.

When you walked in, he didn’t smile. He didn’t even look at you.

“Hey,” you said softly, trying to cut through the tension.

Fez didn’t answer.

You moved closer. “Fez… what’s wrong?”

He finally looked at you — and you could tell it wasn’t just the quiet that was off.

It was the way his eyes were cold.

“Nothing,” he said, like he’d been practicing the word.

You tried again. “You’re acting like I did something.”

Fez’s jaw tightened. His voice stayed flat. “You did.”

You froze. “What are you talking about?”

Fez turned away, shoulders tense. “I heard what you did,” he said. “I heard what you told them.”

Your stomach dropped. “I didn’t tell anyone anything.”

He laughed once, but it didn’t sound like humor. It sounded like someone trying not to break.

“You don’t get to say that,” he said. “Not after what you did.”

Your heart started racing. “Fez… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He looked at you again — but this time, his eyes weren’t searching for you. They were searching for proof that he was right.

“I heard you were talking,” he said quietly. “I heard you were telling them everything.”

Your throat tightened. “Who told you that?”

Fez didn’t answer.

He didn’t have to.

You knew who.

You knew it was the same person who had been around you lately — the same person who had been pushing the story, trying to make you look guilty.

A lie.

Fez believed it.

And he didn’t even try to find the truth.

You reached for him. “Fez, please. You know me.”

His eyes flashed. For a moment, you saw the old Fez — the one who trusted you, the one who cared.

But then he shut down again, like he’d pulled a wall around his heart.

“I don’t know you,” he said, voice cold. “Not anymore.”

It felt like a punch.

You stepped back, hurt burning through you. “You’re going to believe a lie over me?”

Fez’s face tightened. “I’m not believing a lie,” he said. “I’m believing what I heard.”