I nodded, keeping my response short. "Mm."
Silence settled between us, heavy and uncomfortable. After a moment, his frown deepened as he broke the quiet. "Ysha, don't you have anything to say to me?"
I was exhausted. I hadn't slept well in the hospital, and now, standing in the comfort of my own home, all I wanted was to rest. I frowned, my patience wearing thin. "I'm exhausted right now. I want to lie down. Can we talk later?"
At my words, Yohann's face darkened with frustration. "What kind of attitude is that?" he snapped. "This trip was ruined because of your cowardice. We missed out on so many activities because of you. Don't you think you owe us an apology?"
His words struck a nerve, and anger flared inside me.
"I never agreed to do those extreme activities," I shot back. "You wanted to do them, so go ahead. I didn't stop you!"
He opened his mouth to argue but then paused, his expression softening slightly. "I just wanted to help you build some courage," he said, his tone resigned. "You're scared of thunderstorms, Ysha. What will you do when I'm not around?"
Before, I might have taken those words as a sign that he cared for me. Now, they felt different.
It all felt ironic now.