Cyan's good hand connected with my bicep with surprising force.
"What the... "
SMACK. He hit me again, harder this time.
"Why would you DO that?!" he yelled.
SMACK.
"Stop hitting me! I have a concussion!" I grabbed his wrist, pinning his hand against his thigh.
"Good! It should!" Cyan yanked his hand free, his eyes flashing. "What is WRONG with you?! Why do you keep making things WORSE?!"
"He doesn't need to worry about me, Cyan," I said, turning my gaze to the window. "He's better off without the drama."
Cyan stared at me, looking truly incredulous. "Are you SERIOUS right now? You think he cares about the 'drama'?"
"He has better things to do than babysit a man he claims to hate... "
"That's BULLSHIT, Cassian, and you know it." Cyan sat up, glaring at me. "That boy likes you. More than he lets on. He looks at you like you're the sun and he's a planet In a dying orbit. It's pretty obvious to everyone but you. You're just choosing to be blind."
