And then he was gone. His mind shut closed before I had any chance to respond and the tent door fell back into place behind him. The crowd outside erupted into sound and I whined at the noise, at the closed door, at the words that were still echoing through me.
He loved me. He had said he loved me, and then walked out before I could say anything back.
Pollux was looking between me and the tent door with the expression of someone who understood everything without needing it explained. He cleared his throat quietly and came to sit at the foot of the medical bed, settling himself at my feet without any fanfare.
