Luckily, Arisia noticed the edgy, ragged nuances in Kyle’s voice. And though he was laughing at Guy’s jokes, the laughter didn’t quite reach his eyes, and she determined he must be having nightmares again. She was glad that he had confided in her about that, because now she could watch out for him. And more importantly, she could let Hal know.
She got up from her seat at the end of the bar, silently cursing the stubbornness of the two Earthmen. Besides the guilt over Parallax, Kyle was also dealing with being apart from Hal when their relationship was still so new. But neither of them would budge: Hal wouldn’t give up flying his airplanes on Earth and Kyle wouldn’t give up his responsibilities to the Honor Guard on Oa. And they both insisted they wanted the other to stay where he was needed. She sighed. Typical males.
She left the noise of the bar and lifted her ring to eye level. “Contact Hal Jordan.”
When the tiny construct of Hal’s face appeared, his worried expression revealed that he already knew why she had called—the same reason as the last time. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”