I don't get the chance to corner Yanis until it's evening, Dale is already back and he's making dinner while Shana and Virgil are helping him out. At least I hoped that was what they were doing.
"What is it?" Yanis asks nervously when I drag him into my room.
I push him on the bed and scrutinize him a bit, while he just adjusts his glass nervously.
I'm not exactly sure how to phrase my question without coming off like I had eavesdropped on their conversation, so I just try to be as vague as possible.
"What are you hiding from me?" I ask him quietly, keeping a straight face, making sure to keep my eyes close to him so that he's extra uncomfortable.
"Err, I-I don't know what you mean." He stammers lightly, refusing to make eye contact.
He's lying…
I fake a hurt gasp, pressing a hand to my chest - is that where my heart is? Is it the left or the right side again? - well, it didn't matter.
