Carrie’s Point of View
That night, Madoka and I lay together, both lost in our own thoughts. It was not awkward, just peaceful. He stroked my back absently, while I tried to organise my plans for the next day in my mind. I was pretty sure I could shave off some expenses if I started digging around, freeing up resources for other needs.
Madoka's voice broke me from my thoughts.
"Since I met you, I've thought a lot about what I should have said differently in those first moments."
Was that what he had been thinking about? I had lost my anger about that around the moment he had marked me and proved how serious he was. I was curious, though. "And what have you come up with?
"Nothing."
"Nothing?" That was anticlimactic.
"I would have said nothing. Instead, I should have picked you up and
