Hide and seek Part IV
“You went for a walk down there because you’re probably brooding about Steve, right?”
“Probably,”
“...”
“I...I can't believe that Steve has actually left us.” As if I had just found my voice, I gave him that answer. Owen took the liberty of caressing my shoulder softly. It was his way of consolation, which he used many times when I was feeling uneasy.
“I know. I still can’t get over it either.”
“...”
“But we’ll get used to it after some time,” he said optimistically. It was the personality he had always displayed. I was not sure if every doctor was optimistic. But every time we were in distress, he would try to encourage and console us—even if that matter was much worse than we could handle.
I glanced down at his hand. His warmth penetrated my skin. It was the same time that he reached out and touched the back of my neck.