"So, psychic wonder," I drawled out, trying to disguise just how on edge the intensity of the other man's silent anger was making me, "Did you see that one coming?"

The world outside was surprisingly calm. Dusk approached on a steady wave, the skies dipping from a sulking grey to a musky hue of dark blue. The rain had started again, tapping against the window in the corner with a steady, pattering beat.

The world inside, however, was anything but.

The armchair seemed to swallow me; beneath the storms of his eyes, I felt so small. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

Yet, I would...