Thirteen – 03

[This post is from Marin’s point of view.]

Paul shrugged with one shoulder, still eating. “Well, if it is, it is, if it’s not, it’s not. Once I’m done eating, I’ll head back out there to take the watch back. They were only spelling me so I could eat, I think.”

Lin made a noise, finished eating, and I shifted him to my shoulder to burp him. I tried to pretend that I believed Paul’s assessment, but the fact was that I didn’t—not at all, not by a long shot. Thom glanced at me, his brow furrowing, as if he could sense my unease. He leaned toward me, murmuring in my ear.

“What are you not saying?”

I shook my head slightly, turning my face to his, my lips brushing against his before I whispered a response. “It’s longer explanation than I can give right now in mixed company.”

His brows knit, but he nodded, kissing me lightly before he turned his attention back to his plate. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, sighing. Thom’s arm settled around me and he ate with the other, half inviting me to lean into his embrace. I did just that, though lightly. Somehow, he seemed frail, much moreso than he had even that morning in bed.

I can’t lose you. I can’t.

He squeezed me gently, as if he could hear the thought that I hadn’t given voice to. I rested my head against his.

“Whatever it is,” he murmured, breath stirring hair against my cheek, “it’s going to be okay.”

“Yeah,” I whispered back. “Somehow.”

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