After all, last night, when they finally parted ways, the atmosphere was not very pleasant.
But in contrast, Henry Dales maintained a perfectly natural expression, as if the unpleasantness from yesterday had nothing to do with him, "I couldn't sleep, so I came downstairs to sit for a while."
He said this, pointing to where he had just been sitting, smiling as he looked at her, "Come over and sit for a bit."
Scarlett Yates looked at him, silent and without speaking.
Henry Dales smiled again, his voice gentle, "The rain outside is still heavy, but if you want to go for a walk, I can accompany you."
Scarlett Yates was silent for a few seconds before she lightly shook her head, "I don't want to go out."
She wasn't out of her mind; it was pouring rain outside and pitch black, she didn't want to go out and get soaked like a drowned rat.
