“He will mention you, of course,” Kuhma told Mateo. “If we knew exactly what you were, he would tell them more, but he’ll most likely describe you as that guy who probably knows everything by now. They won’t like that.”
Mateo started whispering in Kuhma’s ear. Dazi could pick up snatches of what he said, and it was nothing new. However, seeing Mateo so close to Kuhma like that, even for such an innocuous reason, Dazi felt jealousy and shame. Mateo was right. Dazi had been acting like a cornered animal since they got back, but in his defense this was all strange to him. He was used to being around his own kin, and keeping silent around anyone else. Here, he could say little truths, so long as he made it sound like wishful thinking. It made him feel sick to his stomach, and the guilt from upsetting Mateo wasn’t helping.