Moon sits perfectly still in his chair, staring at the bracelet on his wrist as if it holds the secrets of the universe. Silent. No reaction. No words.
Not even a grunt of acknowledgement.
I didn't expect thanks anyway, but this… this frozen, self-absorbed contemplation is something else.
I need to crack this. A soft, deliberate smile touches my lips.
"Moon."
He blinks, the motion slow, like he's surfacing from deep water, and looks up. His gaze is distant, strangely hazy.
I reach my hand forward, palm open. An invitation. A demand.
"Now, your turn."
He looks down at the bracelet, then back at my waiting hand. The silence stretches. He hesitates. My eyes narrow.
Is he reluctant?
Or is it something else?
Finally, with a movement that seems almost reluctant, he offers me the bracelet. I look from his hand, holding the delicate loop of beads, to his face. He's looking away.
