"You promised me you'd stop."
The captain went quiet. His grin faltered for a second, but returned just as fast.
"It was just a night of passion. Besides, they came at me, you know? I—"
"I heard you from my room," Laila cut in, her voice low. "It came again, didn't it?"
This time, the smile didn't return. The captain's expression darkened briefly before settling into a neutral calm.
'So I was talking in my sleep.'
He had assumed he hadn't, after all, the women were still asleep when he woke.
Seeing his silence, Laila sighed and looked ahead.
"You'd changed before. You stopped all this pointless acting out. The drinking, the one night stands. But these past few years, you've just… gone back to your old ways."
The captain didn't respond, and for a moment, a somber shadow passed over his features.
'What do you want me to say? That I went back to this empty lifestyle because he died?'
