"Okay," I murmur, lifting one shoulder in a shrug and fuckin' kicking myself for bringing it up. I didn't really know what he'd say, but this? I don't really know what to do with it.

So, I turn over onto my back, breathing out a sigh and looking up at the little flaws in the ceiling. Hairline cracks and bubbles in the plaster and a tiny, ancient watermark in the corner.