I’m such a shitty person.

“He’s fine. Why wouldn’t he be?” Alexi frowns as though it’s a weird question, looks a little suspicious and moves away suddenly to walk to the couch and give me space. My radar pings immediately, and despite feeling like I have been dragged backwards through an emotional bush, all my attention peaks at the sudden change in his behaviour and his blatant ignorance of a shootout in which I thought he was dead. His instantly giving me space after ...