He stared at me, his expression unreadable, and then he scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Nothing. There's nothing to make of it.”

I watched him, waiting for him to say something else. When he didn't, I raised an eyebrow. “That’s all?”

“What more were you expecting?”

I threw my hands up in frustration. “I don't know! Maybe an explanation!”

He hummed. “We always think we need an explanation, until we get it, and then we wish we just stayed in the dark instead.” He turned and walked slowly towards the door like he was expecting me to stop him. “Get some rest. Oh, and…” He turned back to...