Juno asked three questions that night.
Only three, which was the most restrained he had ever been in the five years Seren had known him.
The first: "Are you keeping it?"
"Yes."
The second: "Does he know?"
"No."
The third: "What do you need from me right now?"
Seren thought about it for a moment.
"To not make any decisions tonight," he said. "I just needed to say it out loud to someone."
Juno nodded.
He reached across the couch and put his hand over Seren's. Held it for a moment. Then he stood, went to the kitchen, and came back with two mugs of tea and the specific calm of someone who had decided that tonight was not a night for solutions.
They sat together until eleven.
Didn't talk about it again.
Didn't need to.
Wednesday arrived.
Then Thursday.
The floor continued. The task list continued. Seren continued, which was the only available option and the one he had always chosen.
