"You are impossible," I muttered, but there was no heat in the insult. But I tried to sound like he was insane.
How would you feel when someone scolded you for being stubborn? How was it so interesting?
I wanted to say that, but he must be saying it because he was having hallucinations while being sick.
Lucretius hummed, a small, pleased sound that would have been arrogant from anyone else but here felt oddly domestic. "Good. Then keep scolding me," he said. "Tell me I am a fool, that I should rest, that the world will not fall if I sleep. I find it... comforting."
I couldn't help raising my head, looking at him in disbelief, but his eyes were still closed. I was rendered speechless before I huffed a chuckle and declared, "Just go to sleep, stubborn commander."
He meekly chortled at m
