Sage wheels over to the entertainment center and picks up a controller. “You play?”
He gestures at the massive TV. “Video games.”
“Oh. Um, not really? I mean, I’ve tried a few times, but I’m terrible.”
“Perfect.” He tosses me a controller. “I could use an easy win after that disaster.”
I catch it clumsily with my bandaged hands. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
We settle into an uneasy rhythm. I die repeatedly while Sage racks up kills with an ease and glee that’s honestly a little frightening.
“So,” he says after my fourth death in as many minutes, “you and Bastian, huh?”
I fumble the controller. “We’re not— It’s not—”
“Relax. I’m not gonna make a big deal out of it.” He glances at me sideways. “Though you should probably know he’s been in a way better mood lately. Like, susp
