A minute or so passed with Delia's eyes staring into Caius' face, and it felt like more time had passed to her because after her short rant, with her chest heaving and upheaving, she waited for him to say something, and he just… didn't.
And then he let out a sigh and looked away.
"You're right." He said.
"What?" Delia retorted in a voice that carried so much, many necks cranked in their direction, but all turned away quickly enough.
Caius chuckled a bit then,
"Were you expecting me to argue? To tell you that you're wrong? How stupid would that make me look to argue with someone about their own feelings and thoughts?
If you say you don't need friends, that's valid."
"Oh," Delia said and her arms loosened beneath her breasts but she didn't let them drop yet and just looked confused about how she was supposed to respond now. She had been expecting this to go on for a bit longer.
"Alright then," she eventually said.
