“No.” Stevens sighs. “No, Will, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked that of you.” He gives Day a sidelong glance, and his face is so open it hurts. “You don’t have it in you.” It sounds, just a little, like love. A cough rings out across the valley like a gunshot, and Day flinches, tries to quell his hammering heart. “You’re exhausted,” Stevens says, matter-of-factly. “You need to sleep. Come here.” Day stares at him. Like a beaten dog, he doesn’t know whether to cringe away.
