It was perfect when they were laying together later, legs tangled beneath blankets and facing each other in the dark of the room. It was perfect when Cyrus realized he didn’t have the slightest desire for a drink or mugweed, because this was enough to keep his thoughts at bay. It was perfect when, instead of hearing the Sorceress in his head as he drifted off to sleep, he heard Cassius’s words. What’s best for me is you. And he believed them.
Crying again.
