Chapter 93: Stargazers
Nick didn’t have a lot of ice cream left, and the ice cream in his bowl was melting steadily. But he couldn’t bring himself to eat it.
Fortunately, Nuir was absentmindedly moving spoon after spoon of ice cream as he sat there with thunderclouds covering his face. It was sweet, cold, and something unlike anything he had ever eaten before. The chill also helped the pain in his head as he worked through what Nick had just said.
Nuir understood why Nick had emphasized it was just a hunch. He was grateful for it. If he hadn’t, Nuir would have taken it at face value, and his brain would have fried itself before he went on a rampage and charged through the forest toward Basla.
Nick’s words and the ice cream helped Nuir keep a cool head as he thought about what Nick had said.
Nick had no idea what was going on inside Nuir’s head. His dark expression revealed nothing of what kind of thoughts were flying around.
However, when Nuir’s spoon clinked against an empty bowl and scraped its bottom only to still bring no ice cream to his mouth, Nick detected a hint of disappointment.
Without a word, he pushed his half-melted ice cream to Nuir, who accepted it without a word.
When he was done with that, it seemed a weak brain freeze had set in, and Nuir frowned. He hopped down from the chair and curled up in his spot on the sofa, covering himself with the blanket.
Nick wanted to call out to him, but the tentacle stopped him.
Nick had done what he could. He had done what was best for Nuir. But he couldn’t forget that he had basically told Nuir that Basla had his mother murdered because he wanted her position.
Right now, even if Nuir knew it wasn’t true, he couldn’t help but see Nick as a bad omen. Nick’s face was synonymous with bad news.