“Did you need something, Ryne?” His eyes shut and he sighs. It physically pains me to see him upset, but I’m running out of patience. He opens his eyes again and clears his throat. “Are you busy? I thought we could, I don’t know, go drive around or something?” I stare at him, unblinking. “Why?” “Dacen, please.” The constant push and pull is exhausting. But this is Ryne. And I—Nope. Not going down that train of thought right now. My shoulders sag forward. “Okay.”
