“Holy shit, I thought you died.” “This is you grieving? You were staring at the clouds.” “There’s so many of them.” “Do you know they weigh a million pounds?” “That’s impossible.” “It’s true.” “Don’t … don’t try and trick me with your made-up cloud facts.” “Here,” I say, unfolding the chair. “Sit on this.” “But then I’d have to move.” “It’s not that bad once you’re doing it.” Adrik rolls off the bed, standing gingerly. “Oh. You’re right.” He sinks down on the chair, grabbing my wrist and pulling me closer. “Why are you so far away?” “Hold on,” I say. “I need better clothes.”
