When he settles down a little, I walk him back to the bed and we sit on the edge together. “Are you okay?”
He shakes his head, though I’m not sure if that’s a yes or a no. Considering the number of tears on his cheeks, I’m gonna have to go with the latter. I take a tissue and wipe the tears off his face.
“Why d-didn’t you come to s-see me?” he blubbers.
“I’m sorry, Lev. I wanted to, but… it’s complicated.”
His frown is heartbreaking. “I thought you were angry with me.”
“No!” I exclaim adamantly. “Of course not. I could never be angry with you.” I take his hand and, while he flinches a little, he doesn’t move out of my grasp. “Why would you even think that?”
“B-b-because… e-everyone is a-a-angry with m-me.”
The stuttering is new, too. It happened before but not so violently or so fre
