My chalk hand drops, and I turn to him, exasperated. "Simon-"
"A-ha!" he shouts, springing up and pointing. It scared the hell out of me. I've seen him kill a dog with less effort. (He said the dog was were; I think it was just excited.) "You did it again!"
"Did what?" I say, slapping his hand away from my face.
He sticks his other hand in my face, pointing. "Called me Simon."
"What would you prefer- Chosen One?"
His hand dips. "I prefer Simon, actually. I... I like it."
I swallow, and it must be obvious how nervous I am, because he looks down at my neck. "Simon," I say, and swallow again, "you're being idiotic."
"Because I like this better than fighting?"
"There is no 'this'!" I protest.
"You slept in my arms," hey says.
"Fitfully."
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