He came back late.

I was already sitting up, back against the headboard, arms crossed, because I'd been awake since he left and pretending otherwise wasn't going to work on either of us.

He looked at me. Clocked the expression. Didn't say anything.

"What did she want?" I asked.

"Nothing urgent." He dropped his jacket on the chair. "Go to sleep."

"That's not an answer."

"It's the answer I'm giving."

"Cassian." I kept my voice level. "She walked into our room during a fight, pulled you ...