“You’re bleeding too.” She touches his forehead, which makes him jump. “Sorry. Does it hurt?”
His face gets even redder, and he looks away. “No, it’s okay.”
“My turn.” She takes the pen from him and brushes his hair back to inspect the small gash on his face. He watches her with pure adoration in his eyes the entire time she heals him. It’s amazing that she doesn’t see it.
I wish they’d just make out already, Zahra says. She must still be watching us through our flexis. I smirk, but then I notice she sent the message to me alone. It’s such a small thing, but it makes me feel like the two of us are having a private joke. Like we might become friends. I can’t believe how much I want that. And from her, of all people.
Are they always like this? I ask her.
Yep. And neither one has a clue
