Asterion was turning his back to him. Orpheus didn't understand what that meant. If he should go on, or if he just not answer. Asterion didn't want him to answer - he didn't want to answer. He should just lie down and keep his mouth shut, or roll Asterion over and kiss him until he'd forgotten that they had ever been talking at all.
He didn't do either of those things. Instead he stretched out on his back beside him, staring up at the stars. They were so damn clear, here, and it was beautiful but he also knew that each one of them could be watching.
"I didn't save her this time. She came." To accuse me, he finished in his mind. But she hadn't said a word. "She came, and I couldn't want her."