I turn, smiling faintly. "Cyrus. Well, no."
He holds a hand over his heart in mock pain. "You wound me."
I haven't forgotten the image I glimpsed in his mind, and every time we touch, I try to get back in there. To see more. But all I get a fragments, pieces of nothing I need. It would seem learning to get into a person's head wasn't all I needed to learn. I also need to learn how to sift through the memories I need. Or control it.
But... Cyrus is right about the least complicated man I've met. I hadn't realized just how easygoing the humans really are. Shortened lifespans for them meant living their short years unapologetically and true to who they were. When they say yes, it only often means yes. Or no. Never a whole complicated answer hidden underneath layers that I had to unravel myself.
