Gemma glanced up at Augustus, suddenly worried about his well-being. He still looked paler
than usual, but otherwise appeared relatively unshaken. She wasn’t sure if it
was confidence that everything would be okay that held him steady, or a massive
effort to suppress every thought that attempted to convince him she wouldn’t
be. Her inability to read him rattled her.
“Are you alright?”
“Guess I could be better,” Augustus joked with a small smile, “but yeah. I’m fine. I’ll let you get ready now, okay? You missed your first class, but if you still want to make your second you should be able to. Otherwise it’s okay if you want to sleep some more.”
“Oh no, definitely not! I want to go to class,” Gemma affirmed, already dismayed that she had missed even one.
Augustus nodded and walked past her to go, but just as he reached the door she called out, “Are you certain you’re alright? I know I scared you and dumped a lot on your shoulders. And I appreciate that you’re always there for me, more than I’m able to accurately express, but—”
“I’m sure. I’m just glad you’re safe. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
“Okay,” she said uncertainly, and then watched him leave the room, carefully shutting the door behind him. He seemed to be okay, but somehow she couldn’t quite shake the feeling this had gotten to him more than he’d let on.
You already know it has, Gemma. You truly are going to break him too.