"It's just because of what Delta said," he says, sotto voce. "If Delta hadn't told me that I wouldn't have known anything about it to...I don't know, come up with it in my head."

He presses a hand to his forehead. There's that agitation, showing more plainly in the way he grits his teeth and tilts his head.

And it's all falling apart. The wall he'd put up in his head to avoid thinking about it. "God...Delta's not a liar, Wrath. He isn't. He must have misunderstood something." His hand moves from his head to the railing of her bed and he grip it hard, seemingly holding his own weight up by leaning into it.