After dinner, Owen disappears into the bathroom with a towel slung over one shoulder, leaving me alone in the bedroom with the last of the light pooled against the windows and only Calix for company.
I sit on the end of my bed, undo my watch, and toss it onto the bedside table a little harder than necessary.
You are doing that thing again, Calix says quietly.
What thing?
Thinking in circles instead of a straight line.
I let out a breath through my nose and lean back on my elbows, staring at the ceiling.
Tonight, it finally feels as though I have run out of places to put my thoughts. I apparently no longer have room to consider them properly, either.
Grey should not be in my head this much, I mutter.
And yet she is.
I close my eyes.
I do not know what to do with her.
I know.
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