Waiting for the Flood (Spires, #2)

by Alexis Hall

He’d looked happy. Bold and laughing and full of life, and me all full of nothing. I hadn’t been clubbing since. Sex wasn’t the answer to whatever I was asking. Sometimes I wasn’t sure I even knew what the question was, anymore.

“Not at all. You just have to teach people to value someone else’s access to spoons as much as they value their own.”

“But Edwin, you need to let someone fall in love with who you are now.”

It’s all I’ve ever wanted, really. Someone to make tea for. To know how they like to drink it, and share some pieces of time with them at the end of long days, and short ones, good days and bad, and everything in between.

“People take their successes with them, which is absolutely the way it should be. But it does tend to leave you with the bad stuff. It’s not like I sit around late at night congratulating myself that Miffy is having a good life. I sit around fretting about whatever I did or didn’t do that failed Seeoban so bloody terribly.”