[Ion stays silent, eyes still unable to look up at Anise directly. The hand on his shoulder grips his shirt. He had to answer her, didn't he? And a part of him really, really wanted her to know. It was just one more thing he was still hiding from her, wasn't it?]
[He hesitates, then pats a spot beside him on the bed. He's still not looking up. It wasn't a question of whether he wanted to tell her or not... it was question of whether he could.]
no subject
[He hesitates, then pats a spot beside him on the bed. He's still not looking up. It wasn't a question of whether he wanted to tell her or not... it was question of whether he could.]
Would you mind... sitting next to me, Anise?