"So you really were worried about me."
Even though Xavier Grayson hadn't admitted it, Chloe Bishop was now certain. In that moment, he had been frightened—that was why he looked both angry and concerned. His anger and frustration had been genuine, but she had misunderstood the reason behind it.
She thought back to the shootout that morning. His expression back then had been exactly the same. "At noon... were you worried about me too? Is that why you said what you said?"
Xavier Grayson didn't answer. He took her hand and placed it under the running water.
"Why did you believe me?" she asked again.
Still, he remained silent, carefully rinsing her reddened hand. After a long pause, he finally replied, "I'd like to know the answer to that too."
His low voice carried a trace of frustratio
