Noah
I wake up early, before the sun's even fully up, Ethan still asleep beside me, and I lie there for a long while just watching him, turning yesterday's news over in my mind, trying to figure out what I actually think instead of just what I'm scared of.
He stirs eventually, blinking awake, and the second his eyes find mine, I can tell he's already thinking about the same thing.
"Morning," he says, voice rough with sleep.
"Morning." I trace a slow line along his arm, needing the contact. "I've been thinking."
"Me too. Been thinking all night, probably."
"You should go," I say, before I can lose my nerve. "To the selection camp. You should accept it."
He props himself up on one elbow, studying me carefully. "You sure? Last night you seemed a lot more conflicted about it."
"I was.
