I stayed for a while after that.
I told myself it was for the tea. Then I told myself it was because my head still hurt. By the time the mug was empty, I had run out of lies, and I was still sitting on that sagging couch with Adrian's hand resting over mine as if it had always belonged there.
Neither of us said much. He talked a little about the night shift, about a nurse named Grace who hid chocolate in the supply cabinet, about the vending machine on the second floor that had swallowed his coins three nights in a row. I laughed in the right places. I even said a few things back
He noticed. Of course he did. Adrian noticed everything, which was what made him good at his job and dangerous to me.
"You've gone quiet," he said.
"I'm thinking."
"About Draco?"
"No."
The word slipped out
