"Reid?" It comes out a whisper.
Another long minute passes. "Yes?"
"Look at me."
Slowly he lifts his head, his brows arching so high in sadness that my chest tightens. He brings his threaded fingers up and rests his chin on them. For a long moment he just looks at me, like he's trying to figure something out.
"What?"
He inhales again, a large lump rolling down his throat. Still watching me, his focus jets to my leg, some thought ticking away.
I search his eyes, trying to understand. "Are you mad?"
"No." His voice is soft, fragile almost.
"Then...."
"I thought you were dead. I thought that Gorgen crushed you. And this life..." he shakes his head, his eyes misting over. He stands and starts pacing the room.
"What?" When he stays silent, I press him. "Tell me... please."
"I thought this life was over."
I frown. "But you have - "