"Of course I care about you." He bristled. "You said mine, though. You said, 'hurt what is mine.' I think you care about me way more than you let on. Am I yours, Kova?" His Adam's apple bobbed, and his face contorted into a mixture of revelation and perplexity. I waited with baited breath. This was the first time Kova didn't know how to answer a question. I watched as he ran his tongue over his lips. Clearing his throat, his voice cracked as he said, "Some things are better left unsaid." I nodded solemnly.
