Kieran took a sip of his tea. He was watching Jude out of the corner of his eye; no matter how many times they did this, he didn't know how to read Jude in the morning after. Other times, sure - he could practically track Jude's mood in meetings. But these mornings? He had no idea.
"Tired," Kieran said, "But other than that it's - fine. No different from usual." They were stuck in a constant routine, but Kieran had not hurt himself enough to require intervention this month - so it was a good month. He could handle the bruises; he hadn't bit himself. That was what scared him.
"Tired," Kieran said, "But other than that it's - fine. No different from usual." They were stuck in a constant routine, but Kieran had not hurt himself enough to require intervention this month - so it was a good month. He could handle the bruises; he hadn't bit himself. That was what scared him.