"Okay, so you were going to tell me tonight. Well, it's tonight. Go on." He squirmed and I knew the timing didn't matter--he'd expected this to play out differently, probably on a cliff top after a climb, sitting together, his arm around me, as he casually said, "Hey, you know how those mountain lions have been hanging around you a lot lately? Well, there's a reason..." "Skin-walkers," I prompted. "Right." Silence."