Nayan grinned and assumed a similar position, folding his arms and bracing them again the railing. “Well, he didn’t make me foot any medical bills, but I’m pretty sure I hit him properly across the back of the head a few times. I imagine any damage is hidden beneath that eyesore of a rug he wears, which was terribly distracting through my entire miserable time with the man,” he said, smirking out over the waters. He was still amused that serendipity was so strange a force in the universe. That a person with precisely the mutual beef to bitch about might find him so quickly and be so kind as to start a conversation seemed implausible and yet he was smiling again.
It seemed Sacha had been right about this trip: maybe it was a God-send.
“I still find it incredibly strange that you happen to know my horrible former therapist,” Nayan said, shaking his head with a laugh. “And are a therapist yourself and happen to win tickets to the same cruise. Very unlikely.” He drummed his fingers on his sleeve thoughtfully. “World does strange things sometimes doesn’t it?”