Lye doesn’t look up from his coffee when Shou enters the cafeteria for breakfast, but Miranda does. She stares at the purple bruise around his neck, the red rim of his eyes.
Shou drops into the chair across from her.
“So that was your roommate last night. I thought it might be.”
Shou’s mouth widens.“Delusional-schizophrenic roommate-t-t-t.” His voice is hoarse.
Miranda’s eyes narrow. “Sure,” she clips out.
Shou doesn’t meet her accusing stare.
Lye stands and walks toward the door.
“They changed his meds yesterday,” Miranda explains. “He’ll probably sleep today. Will you get a new roommate?”