[Syn is sat at her kitchen counter, a mug in her hands and a pit in her stomach and a foul taste in the back of her mouth that makes her whole head hurt. Her coffee’s long since gone cold by now, but if she abandons it, she’s going to have to make herself eat something, and the thought makes her stomach turn.
Rei is still on the couch, uncomfortably quiet after the past week. Aelia said she was going to be fine, but... Synaelia doesn’t like not being able to hear her breathe.
“Stop it.”
She doesn’t have to turn around to know that Ves is giving her a look... she can feel it just fine with him behind her back.
“Stop what?”
“That thing you do. Get out of my head.”
She takes a sip of her coffee, and the cat appears on the stool beside her. As he does.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He probably doesn’t... Sean does the same thing, sometimes, and he never seemed to realize it either. Maybe Jams was right and she just thinks too loud. But it would be nice if people stopped knowing things before they should, every once in a while.
She sighs.]
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