I glance at Lucas.
Lucas glances at me.
We both look at May.
May is busy staring at the bird and talking to it about its future aspirations.
She's adorable.
We haven't said a word to each other, but I think that the look in Lucas' eyes means he thinks the same thing as me - the little bird's dreams being May's.
Or, at the least, they're similar enough to have her project. And that's...
Well, it's sad.
There isn't a more complicated way of expressing that.
Of course May would desire a big and happy family. She's lost so much, and been lonely and rejected so much.
I've...
Tried to offer her what I can. I think we all have.
But if she-
Roland's hand suddenly appears on my shoulder.
"Smart girl." He rumbles. "But you overthink. Been saying that for years."
I arch a brow. "So what?"
"She's happy." He states, simply. "Get out of your head and look at her, you thickheaded girl."
I scowl. "I can-"
He flicks me in the forehead.
Hard.
