Noah
Yes. That's what I needed.
A real one.
Not sitting in front of the a telenovela, watching until my eyes watered, and not burying myself in spreadsheets until midnight.
I needed something that would remind me that the world didn't end at the borders of Cassian Wolfe's life, that there were other people and other things happening outside his shadow.
My brain, trying to be helpful, immediately offered an option: You could try dating. You could meet someone else, move on, do something normal.
I squashed that thought the second it formed. That is the single most depressing thing I have ever imagined.
Absolutely not. The idea of sitting across a table from a stranger, trying to explain myself while my head was still full of Cassian, felt like a form of torture.
Instead, my mind settled on the only realistic choice I had. Mason. Maybe he could give me advice.
