There was something awful about the shrinking distance between them—like the coiling of a spring, winding tighter and tighter. Any sudden movements were bound to end in disaster. “Of course,” Roma said. His tone was dull. His eyes were electric, like he, too, was only remembering just now. “Forgive me for that particular oversight.” A tense moment passed in stillness: the slow release of the spring back into its usual position.
