Liana's POV
We didn't talk much after that.
Raphael glanced at me and asked, “do you want me to leave?”
I thought about the question longer than I should have.
Then I shook my head.
“No.”
He nodded. Settled back against the cushions. Said nothing.
And that was that.
We watched television.
Or rather, the television was on and we sat in front of it. Some nature documentary about ocean life that neither of us had picked. I'd just pointed the remote at the screen and pressed buttons until something appeared. A narrator was saying calm things about deep sea creatures in a voice designed to make you feel that everything, ultimately, was going to be alright.
I didn't believe him. But I appreciated the effort.
Raphael sat at his end of the couch. I sat at mine. There was a cushion bet
