It’s a golden, August day in the courtyard.
Lye’s reads the same page of his book over and over.
Shou, eyes fixed on Miranda’s flat expression, rambles. He winces and clicks, but he doesn’t give up. He tries jokes. Then riddles.
Shou and Lye cannot reach whatever mental corner Miranda has retreated to.
Lye re-reads the first line. Understands nothing. Tries again.
Shou describes New York’s subway system in stuttering detail.
“But if multiple trains run on the same line, what happens if one is behind schedule?”
Miranda’s scratchy voice is the best thing Lye has ever heard.