“we really thought we'd lost you tonight.” The graveness in his voice gives me pause, darkening that carefree glimmer I just saw. “I … started imagining all sorts of shit,” he says, sitting up and running his palm down his face. He won't look at me now. “You lying in a pool of blood like my mom …” “Ran,” I whisper softly as he glances back at me and closes his eyes for a moment.
