A wall around the heart
Vera was sitting on Mike's bed, wearing an old tracksuit from his teenage years and rubbing her hair.
«Thank you, my lady, for leaving some water for me,» he said. «I thought you would make me shower with cold water.»
«I'm not such a bitch.»
«You could do it, and I wouldn't have complained,» he said.
«Don't worry. I still love you, Mike. And you're as tired as me. What would happen to me if you fell ill? Guilt would kill me.»
«You know, you look so frail wearing male clothes. I guess your man would lose it, looking at you like that. It's as if you were harmless and innocent.»
«I am innocent.»
«But not harmless, definitely.»
«You should eat more.»
«I eat enough!»
«What? I haven't seen you have a proper meal in days! And, since you came here, you lost some weight.»
«I think it's not that abnormal, given the situation.»
«No, it's not. But I still worry.»