What would he do if Marcie died, Kaden wondered, as he fled back to the kitchen. Would he stay here with Hecate, surrounded by little urns full of people he used to have around? Would her parents blame him for not looking after her well enough? Would Adrian hate him till his last breath?
The thoughts were weird and disconnected, no panic attached to them, no dread. The floor had dropped out from underneath him and instead of falling he just hung. He thought about it in the same way he looked at the bacon package and thought huh, maple syrup.
Huh, Marcie might be dying.
Yeah there was definitely something wrong with him. Kaden fried the bacon in silence broken only by sizzling, barely blinking at the pan, and when he returned to the couch he returned with a single plate of bacon, and another glass of the real juice.
She probably wasn't dying. He was probably being stupid about a period like some dumb guy. Probably. Maybe. He didn't want to ask anything big. "I made it crispy," he said, and picked up a piece from the top of the pile, one that had recently parted company with the frying pan. "Ow. Be careful."