He looked up when the bathroom door opened and Aron emerged, face pale, his bangs and a few other strands of hair wet and spiked. He’d bathed his face to wash away tears.
“Are you okay?” Javi asked.
Aron sighed and sat down on his trunk, his long legs stretched out in front of him crookedly.
“I’m sorry. It’s…been a long day.”
That was only the half of it, Javi suspected, thinking something was catching up to Aron, after a sleepless night. He could feel similar shadows catching him up too.
“Anything you want to talk about?”
Aron shook his head. “No. Thank you. Don’t worry, I’ll keep myself under control. That’s best.”
“Best for who?” Not best for him. Javi didn’t press him though. Aron gave him a weak smile.
“And you, Javi? Are you sure you’re alright?”
“I’m…a bit new to this. I’ve
