Running my fingers along his forearm, I turn as much as I’m able with his arm around me. “Anthony?” He wakes up much quicker than I’d intended, arm banding around my chest before loosening just as quickly. He half sits up so that he’s looming over me. I feel his fingers touch the side of my face. “Sorry, Nico, what is it? You okay?” Ugh, and here I go, wanting to fucking cry again. Swallowing around the now painful lump in my throat, I cough briefly before speaking. I sound ridiculously weak, even to my own ears. “I’m fine, I just have to go to the bathroom.”
