“Your face—”
“All negative.”
The room fell quiet.
“Everything?”
“Everything.”
“Both of us?”
“Mine arrived too.”
He opened his phone and showed me.
Negative across the panel.
I read each line.
Then read them again.
No hidden illness.
No unknown betrayal.
No medical obstacle except the ones we already knew.
I handed back the phone.
Reid watched me.
“This does not create an obligation.”
“I know.”
“We do not have to do anything tonight.”
“I know.”
“Or this week.”
“Cal.”
“What?”
“Stop defending me from a decision I haven’t made yet.”
He went still.
I touched his beard.
“I’m grateful.”
“But?”
“It feels like you expect my answer to be fear.”
His eyes lowered.
