FIA
I sat there. The water was still cold against my feet, but I'd stopped noticing it the way I'd stopped noticing a lot of things that didn't matter right now.
Cian's breathing had evened out some, but the tremor in his hands hadn't quite settled. He was staring at nothing in particular. Or maybe he was staring at everything. At the years of blind trust he'd placed in people who might not have deserved it.
The silence stretched between us. It was not uncomfortable, but it was weighted. It was heavy with plenty of things neither of us wanted to say out loud because speaking them would make them a bit too real.
Then he broke it.
"I heard you screaming when I came to the infirmary." His voice was quiet and careful. "Did you have a bad dream?"
I pulled my legs out of the water. The night air hit my wet skin and I wrapped my arms around them, resting my head on my knees. I turned to look at him.
"Are you trying to change the topic?"
