LXVIII: Sleepless Night?

Zayden sat on the couch. His posture was relaxed, but his mind was anything but. His eyes were closed, his head resting against the back of the couch.

Thinking.

"Zayden."

His eyes snapped open at the sound of the intruding voice. He turned his head to the side and saw Jennifer making her way toward him. She plopped down beside him with a soft sigh.

"Aren't you supposed to be asleep?"

"Sleep is excessively lauded," he responded flatly.

Jennifer twitched her lips.

"Why are you up?" He asked.

"Was thirsty for water, then I saw you here," she said, then exhaled deeply. "What's wrong, Zay? You've been… unhappy, brooding, since you came back a week ago. Is it because of Angela?"

"No," he denied quickly, sitting upright and raising a brow at her. "Why would you think it's because of her?"