"The person I sent yesterday told me it would be two hundred dollars for all the services," Grey said, intentionally steering the conversation away from what Marsel had just told him.
Marsel watched him closely. "You don't believe me, do you?" he asked quietly. "Since the beginning of this, have I said or done anything that turned out to be false? Haven't everything I told you shown itself to be real?"
There was disappointment in his voice, subtle but unmistakable.
Grey exhaled slowly. "I didn't say you were lying," he replied. "Or that what you're saying isn't real. It's just… too much. I've had a long day. Everything that happened today is overwhelming, and I honestly can't process all of it right now."
Even as he said it, he wasn't entirely sure which part of it was true. He didn't know whether he couldn't believe Marsel because the idea itself was impossible to grasp, or because he simply didn't believe what he was saying was possible.
