Hours had passed
Kaidren lay sprawled across the white couch, eyes half-lidded, posture sunken deep into the cushions like a man melting into the fabric of exhaustion. The television had played without protest, flickering with shows that ranged from overacted dramas to half-baked comedies that were more stupid than funny. The kind of humor that missed the mark so widely, even the laugh tracks felt awkward. Yet Kaidren's face remained the same—unmoving, expressionless, utterly uninterested.
