My heart drops at the mention of me staying behind. It's my skulk, not his; if anything, I have more of a right to be there than Oliver does. "That's not at all fair!" I howl as I plop back down aggressively on the bed with my arms crossed.
"It is fair, Topaz. You could have died," Oliver whispers, avoiding my gaze. He nervously rubs the back of his neck like he's prone to do in situations that make him uncomfortable.
"You could've died too! So what does that have to do with me going and fighting back for my skulk?" I softly ask. I rub the blankets on the bed, trying to calm my mind. Moments that seem like forever pass without a word from Oliver. I peek at him, his eyes focus on his feet, obviously avoiding looking at me. "Well? Are you going to answer me?"
His chest rises and falls as
