Kaden's lip took up residence between his teeth, but he chucked the packet of bacon toward the bench near the stove, and picked out some orange juice instead. There were two brands in here, Kaden liked the cheapest, sugariest kind on the market and Marcie liked something that'd once been a real orange.
He poured her a glass and brought it over, trying not to look at her in case she worked out he knew she might be on her period, but unable to keep from looking at her completely. It felt like the floor'd fallen out of his stomach when he did, though; she hadn't looked this bad since she was dying from Apollo's curse. Had he worked out they were back in the city and sent it back to her?? Kaden found himself sitting on the couch beside her to pass her the glass. "Um," he forced himself to ask it. "Are you sick?"