"But you always want to talk."
"Bree," he said, looking at me with a serious expression.
So, I nodded and stayed silent. This was indeed an awkward silence, one of those awkward ones from when we barely knew each other, and damn it! We weren't strangers. But I had no choice but to respect him and give him his space. So, I got up to leave, but he took me by the arm and made me sit on his lap.
"Don't go, I don't want to be alone."
"You don't want me to leave, but you don't want to talk to me either. I just don't get you, Ramsés."
"Hold me," he said very softly. I nodded and hugged him, while I stroked his hair. He closed his eyes and stopped frowning.
This situation with Christopher was affecting him, I was sure of it. But what was I going to do? Choose? I had already done that and the
