"Do I want to know what the alternative is?" Fiona asked as she settled her fork onto her plate, strawberry untouched. "When you say cray-cray, what do you mean?"

The casual use of the term bothered her, and not just because of her personal experience. In the back of her mind was a niggling little voice, a suspicion that Fiona quickly tried to tamp down. There were times when Loki could seem so distant or melancholy, particularly recently.