Redsand Canyon And I can't help it it's the way I'm wired

He smiled, but it was a half-smile, and the lifted half tucked painfully into his cheek. Not an altogether happy expression. He loved both his parents and the rift between them was like a rift through his heart; he never knew which direction he should jump, and sometimes he found himself in the chasm altogether.

Now Towhee— that was a direction he was confident following. What kind of trouble? he asked, trying to cast off the subject. 

He started to walk and gestured for her to follow, keeping the thoughts of her and—Germanicus—at bay. God, so fucking weird. And he was hearing about it from everyone but her, it seemed.