Gideon stayed beside Delilah until she finally fell asleep.
Her breathing gradually became slow and steady, and the frown that had remained on her brows finally disappeared as she drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Only then did he carefully loosen her grip on his hand.
Taking a deep breath, he leaned back against the chair.
He was terrible at conflicts like this.
One wrong sentence was enough to make everything collapse.
Elaine had been wise enough not to interfere too much. She only stepped in whenever she felt the two of them were about to hurt each other.
"...Well, I guess I'm not that wise."
A bitter chuckle escaped his lips.
Gideon was only twenty-three years old, almost twenty-four. He was far more comfortable solving problems with a sword, a fist, or a signed agreement than dealing with emotions.
Especially this many emotions.
"Sister." He lowered his head slightly. "What would you do in my place?"
The memories came almost immediately.
