The following week Eric seemed to be doing much better. He had returned to normal behavior and seemed to have put an end to our argument.
He even agreed to the request for gold, to a dinner together between the three of them. I might as well admit that I would have preferred to be absent at this evening.
But everything went pretty well.
So much so that it irritated me a little.
He behaved too normally around Or.
No disturbance in the face of our familiarity.
As if he really didn't care.
His little game was starting to annoy me.
What did he expect of me? Let me keep quiet while waiting for the miraculous day, yes he will decide to give me a look? Besides, he might still be making fun of me.
One day, when I would have dropped everything for him, he will get up and say to me "after a
