The question hung in the air between us, heavy with a vulnerability I had never allowed myself to show before. The silence stretched for a moment longer in which I became even more uneasy; my heart hammered against my ribs in a frantic rhythm as I waited for him tos respond.
Elias's gaze flickered from my face to my fingers which were tapping restless on the desk then back to my face, and though his gaze remained unreadable, I could sense a shift in him; a softening of his rigid posture.
Perhaps the ice was beginning to thaw slowly. He moved closer to the desk and I hated that I couldn't push the desk aside and close the distance between us.
"I think that would be for the best," he said, his voice was still low, still "Defining it. It would make it easier to deal with."
"Deal with what exactly?" I asked quietly. "The… the things I do?"
He nodded slowly.
