—Bastien…

—Mmm?

—Does it hurt?

—What?

—What do you think? —Kate replied with sarcasm—. Your wound.

—God, I love your sarcasm. No, it doesn’t hurt that much. It’s more of an annoyance.

Bastien lay back and stared at the ceiling, just like Kate. The two of them were lying in bed, side by side, looking up in silence. Then Bastien smiled.

—What’s so funny? —Kate asked.

—Do you remember when you punched Richard? You hit him because he pushed me.

—Hahaha! He was an idiot. He tried to steal the cookie