บท 985: Formal Application

 "What's the matter?"

 "Sorry, did I wake you?" 

 "Not really. Just tired, you know, how it always is after we finish," flushed cheeks hid behind blankets, "-I know this must be hard, I mean…"

 "Don't justify it," he sat on the precipice of the bed – the short distant downward seemed a cliff he ought to leap into. "-I'm not ashamed of it, I've been in the dumps. Everything's slowly breaking around – without you," he covered her warm hands, "-I don't know what I'd have done."

 "You are the devil," she smiled, "-I did what I must."