Hey, little asshole, he says softly. His face looks pleasant enough but his eyes look hesitant.
Hi big asshole, I say as I fight not to smile in spite of myself.
I need to show my face a little more? A little blogger birdie told me I've been missed.
Then maybe you should stop reading blogs in your soundproof cave and join humanity more often.
Only if I can be sure this sort of guilt will always be present.
It's because I miss you.
I'm trying to keep my head on straight, little Bee.
The wolves are getting in, Ben.
Didn't mean to leave the door open, Bridget.
I know.
He puts his hand out and takes mine. I wasn't sure if I was going to give it so I'm glad I didn't have to decide on the fly. We don't fight so good, me and Ben. It goes on for days and weeks and we're merciless.
Do you feel vindicated? Are you satisfied? Will this make your nightmares stop? He reaches out and tucks my hair behind my ear. Will it make Lochlan's nightmares stop? Can we sleep now?
I hope so.
What if nothing changes?
It's already started to shift, Ben. You must have missed it.
