My mind was exploding with thoughts. Even with Oob and Cyrus playing on my lap as Oob tried to suffocate his dad by sitting on his face, I was lost in thought. We should have been starting to train with Cyrus. Gena and Akira were already warming up. Stretching, putting on shoes and gear. Everything between than.
Meanwhile I...was whiling away with time.
"Hey, you good?" Cyrus said from my lap, his huge, manly head covering whole of my thighs. I smiled, took Oob into my arms and nodded. Even though I felt like a ghost in my own shell, I managed to smile.
'You can tell him about the dream, you know? You'd be pathetic, yes, but he'd be glad to know you felt safe enough to tell him.' Pride suggested in my head. I shook that suggestion away with reason.
