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"So how did it go?" I ask as soon as Grayson comes to check on me the next morning.
He doesn't say a word as he flops down on the edge of the bed, but his countenance speaks volume. His eyes, devoid of sleep, close briefly as he runs a hand over his face, releasing a long, exhausted sigh.
"Bad, huh?" I ask, scooting over to his side.
He sighs again. "You could say so."
"Want to talk about it?"
He simply shakes his head. "Nothing for you to worry yourself about."
His answer is expected, and I'm sure they will all say the same thing.
But how can I not stress or worry when it is evident that something is up?
Nevertheless, I decide not to press the matter any further, knowing it'll only lead to a dead end.
"Well then, at least let me help you take your mind off things." I o
