Chapter 17 A Pattern He Was Not Ready To Name

• You've got the look," Ethan said, sliding into the seat across from Kael without waiting for an invite.
• Kael didn't look up from his coffee. The drink was stone cold, and he hadn't taken a single sip. "What look?"
• "The one where you're chasing a diagnosis but haven't told anyone yet. I've known you for eight years, Kael. I can tell the difference between you actually resting and you thinking way too hard about something you're not ready to say out loud."