Laszlo is so not into Cal, what are you all talking about?Ā
'Calās eyes opened slowly. They were like the ocean, really. The deepest blue depths, waiting to swallow up a sailor who wasnāt too careful.ā
āMother of Gods, his name is Rical, Spinel! Are you so far removed from this Plain that you really think Iād hurt him?ā
āāYou havenāt answered me,ā Laszlo said again, his hands covering Calās ā to keep him gripping tightly, he told himself.ā
āCal was silent a lot, he said little, but the words were always there, lingering just behind his eyes. Laszlo watched as the thoughts flickered and danced in Calās eyes ā like the stars in the lake behind them.ā
This is all one the same page. God, this boy is in deep.Ā