By the time we got out, Christian looked marginally more human and significantly more exhausted.
I ordered food to our quarters because there was no way either of us was dealing with the communal dining hall. We ate on the bed, surrounded by blankets and pillows like we were building a fort.
Christian's appetite was good, which I took as a positive sign.
"You're staring at me," Christian said.
"I'm making sure you're eating."
"I'm eating fine."
"Your shoulder hurts. I can see it." I picked up a piece of chicken and held it up to his mouth. "Open."
Christian raised an eyebrow but opened his mouth.
We talked about everything except the challenge. Art. Music. The trip to Italy Christian wanted to take me on. Normal couple things that felt almost surreal after watchin
