Mother was lying back in the hospital bed. The doctor said it was normal for her to feel extreme fatigue and asked us to let her rest. I stood there for a long while, Fabian right beside me, his hands clasped behind him. He never said a word up until the doctor left, and the two of us just stood there, awkwardness settling between us.
I slowly turned to him, then swallowed. "Do you want to grab coffee? Her caretaker will soon be here, and we can time out."
He turned to me, then without a word, went to the door and opened it. I nodded, then walked in front of him. He slowly followed behind me, his steps slow. I knew it was mostly from fatigue. He had clearly lacked sleep, too, and he had taken me home too.
I turned to him. "You have a beautiful home."
He didn't reply for a while. "Than
