Oscar gave me a quiet meal, just what I needed. I did not realize how hungry I was until I started eating, practically devouring the food in front of me. He noticed too, raising an eyebrow but saying nothing as I cleaned my plate. I had not eaten all day, and by the time I finished, I could feel the tension in my body start to ease a little.
We washed the dishes together, the silence between us not awkward but comfortable. Afterward, we settled in the living room, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. Oscar, sitting on the edge of the couch, looked at me, his face serious. I knew what was coming before he even spoke.
"So," he began, his voice steady, "are you going to tell me what's going on?"
