“They’re all far away.” He looks up at me. “You’re trying to leave me.” Gone is any smirk or pleading. I can’t really decipher the look he’s currently wearing. It’s a mix of anxiety and betrayal. “Don’t look at me like that!” My eyes fill with tears again. He snags me around the waist, pulling me into his lap. I end up straddling him. I rest my head on his shoulder.
