No-One But You (The Mystic Consultant) - Part 1
Chapter Twenty-Two: Did I Let You Know (Part 2)
Stephen wasn't very motivated. He was still in bed, and Clea Strange was beside him.
He noticed that Sofia was awake, but she seemed very preoccupied with something that was in their living room.
Stephen looked into it. The sorcerer could see her tiny hands.
She was manipulating the puzzle box that Victor gave her for her birthday. Stephen followed the movements of her hands, until Clea interrupted what he could see.
She touched his skin. Clea's energy complimented Stephen's, and her touch had an accepted ripple effect.
He kept his eyes closed. Stephen had a few things that he needed to say to his wife, but the words didn't want to come out.
It wasn't technically his fault, and the Sorcerer Supreme was having a hard time in that moment. He missed his brother, and something loomed. Stephen tried to process his issues with Clea's help, but there he remained swimming with it.
Clea quietly asked him if he planned to speak. Stephen hadn't said a single word to her. She wasn't worried about his lack of communication, because that behavior was normal.
Stephen normally went inward whenever he was trying to figure something out.
"I have to..."
He had to tell her something. Bring it up. Talk it out. Stephen had to do that with a few people, but the conversation he needed to have with Clea and Victor were his top priority.
Clea looked in on their daughter. She heard Stephen's attempt, and her reaction to that was to fix her hair.
"You have to what?"
Clea was a patient person. She was patient, but beneath the surface there was an untapped storm.
She glanced over at Stephen again. The look on his face was a clue, so Clea braced herself.
"I have to explain something, about Christine."
The explanation of any matter was always the hard part. Stephen finally forced the words out, but some noise beside him changed the scene.
His cellphone made a noise somewhere, but Clea wasn't interested in any of it. He mentioned Christine Palmer's name, so Clea's focus relocated elsewhere.
"Spare yourself the grief."
Clea wouldn't be discussing that woman at any point in time. She gave Stephen an unamused look, then she removed herself from their bed.
Things between them had become very domesticated. Clea seemed to feel more at home there in a house, with a bedroom. She didn't feel quite like an "Earth girl" at that point, but she started behaving like one more and more.
She put on a robe as she left the room. Clea left Stephen with his cellphone, and whatever words that he had to share with her about Christine.
Chapter: END
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