"Sofi, you're not going to be able to handle helping Darian and being pregnant," he said.
No, Dusty, Darian needs me.
Darian lay on his back staring at the ceiling with brooding golden eyes, his horribly scarred body hidden under turtleneck and gloves and socks, even in the safety of his room.
"No," he said without hesitation, accustomed to Darian's odd questions.
Darian rolled onto his side with a noisy sigh.