After the guards take Jennie out, I don't move from the chair next to Rio's bed.
Rio is watching me like he's trying to solve a puzzle. His expression is unreadable - which means he's thinking hard about something.
"You should rest," I finally say. Not because I care if he rests, but because I need him to stop looking at me like that.
"I'm not tired," he says. His voice is back to being cold and controlled. The commanding CEO tone.
"You're still recovering," I say, standing up. "The doctor said you need rest and minimal stress."
I say "minimal stress" while thinking about how I just threw his childhood friend out of the house. Neither of us comments on the irony.
"Are you leaving again?" Rio asks, and there's something sharp in his voice. Not a question. An accusation.
"No," I say. "I'm going to shower and change. Then I'll bring you lunch."
"I'm not hungry," he says.
