The second silence is almost just as long.
He looks at me for a long moment without moving, jaw set contemplatively just as it always is when he is deep in thought, before crossing his arms.
"That was quite the performance Saturday night," he says lowly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose before c*****g his head. "I wanted to make sure you're alright."
I scoff. "You seem positively concerned." My voice is as dry and sarcastic as humanly possible. "The mocking really seals the deal."
He gives me an irritated look. "I'm being serious."
"So serious you didn't even try to ask in the last," I make a performance of looking down at an invisible watch on my wrist. "Nearly forty-eight hours?"
"Well, I couldn't exactly make an appearance at your dorm," he says flatly. "Not exactly a
