He blinked.
Then a visible wave of relief passed through him.
“I understand,” he said quietly.
I leaned back slightly against the post behind me.
“So,” I said after a moment, “what exactly are your feelings toward her?”
Roman shifted his weight again.
The question clearly made him uncomfortable. But I needed to hear his response.
“I’m not sure ‘feelings’ is the right word,” he admitted.
“Then explain it.”
He frowned slightly, thinking.
“It’s not anything… disrespectful,” he said slowly.
I waited.
He exhaled.
“I guess… I see her like a savior.”
That wasn’t the answer I expected.
“A savior,” I repeated.
Roman nodded, though he looked uncertain about how ridiculous it might sound.
“I know it probably doesn’t make sense,” he said. “I don’t even know how to explain it properly.
