I know? What does he mean, 'I know'?!
His brain short-circuited entirely. He had spent hours practicing this speech in his head, mentally preparing for disbelief, anger, or a long, agonizing lecture on sanity. He certainly hadn't expected Zarius to be standing there without so much as a flicker of surprise, as if Cherion had just confessed to stealing a priceless family heirloom and replacing it with a potato..
Without a word, Cherion slowly backed away from the tea table, crossed the quiet room, and collapsed onto the bed. He sat down heavily on the mattress, resting his elbows on his knees as he rubbed his temples.
Zarius turned slowly and walked over to the bed. He sat down beside Cherion, the mattress sinking slightly beneath him. Even sitting there, he somehow managed to look dark and tall, though his expression remained completely calm.
