“I can’t look at her tonight.” Luka only nodded, understanding all the reasons those words were true. Neither of them said anything for a long time, the minutes bleeding into an hour, then two. They took turns drinking from the bottle, Luka having abandoned his glass. He was sliding the bottle across the counter when he finally broke the silence. “This will break her. She’ll never forgive you for this.” Theon brought the bottle to his lips, tipping the last of the agaveheart down his throat. “I know.”
This I there’s no words
