"A statement."
"How do you know?" I blinked.
“Easy.” His gaze stayed ahead. "You stop arguing when you're thinking."
"...I do not."
"You've argued with me exactly twice in the last five minutes."
"Maybe I'm tired." I shot back.
"Maybe."
"I stretched."
"You complained through most of it."
"I complained professionally."
"I'll give you that."
Despite myself, I smiled and he noticed. Of course he did, but the smile faded before I could stop it.
Like I wasn't already going through it, I remembered yesterday. I thought about Elisa, William and the face that he'd asked for permission to come see me..
"...Someone came to see me." The words slipped out quietly.
Dylan didn't interrupt. He didn't ask who and he didn't rush to fill the silence. He simply waited for me to continue.
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