- RAYA -
"What do you think?" I ask Rory softly after Dex and Luciano leave.
"What do I think? Of this place?" She asks incredulously like it's a ridiculous question. "What matters is what you think. This is your vacation."
"It's our vacation," I frown. "I want you to enjoy it, too."
"I will enjoy it. Stop worrying so much about me. Then I have to worry about you worrying about me, and it would be nice if I could just… not," she says with a sigh, cutting me a look. "Please. Just enjoy yourself. I promise I will be fine. If I have to answer questions about how much I'm enjoying myself all the time…"
"All right, I get it. I won't ask you any questions, Rory."
Maybe I shouldn't sound so defensive. In fact, I should probably be happy that there's a little bite back to her words, but her attitude just makes me sad. She sounds exhausted and irritated, and how she could be in a place like this is beyond me. Maybe she just needs to rest.
