Ilyan sucked in a sharp breath and quickly let it escape in an exhausted sigh, running his fingers through his hair. "The problem is that I am not ready and every woman I have met through Mom or otherwise hasn't made me feel what I haven't already explored. I haven't come across anyone whom I can say to have held any romantic feelings for. I haven't. Mom has been a bit persistent for the past year. It's to the point where now I'm -"
"Unwilling to try?" she muttered while taking out a tablet strip from her pouch.
"I guess." He let her swallow the tablet before he expressed his agreement. "Is the pain lessening or worsening?" Swiftly diverting the attention of the conversation, he centered it around her instead of him.
Her unspoken response was interrupted by her message ringing. She grabbed her phone from her bag. "One minute," she told Ilyan.
