Breaking Down Walls

ARYA’S POV I pulled the duvet up, acutely aware of every movement. The bed dipped as Giovanni settled beside me, and suddenly the mattress felt much smaller than it had moments ago. We lay there in silence, both staring at the ceiling like it held the answers to questions we didn't know how to ask. This was ridiculous. I invited him to sleep here so I needed to say something. "So," I started, then stopped and started again. "The weather was nice today." Giovanni turned his head to look at me, one eyebrow raised. "The weather." "Yes. Very... weather-like.” I cleared my throat. “Appropriate for February." He huffed and muttered. "Are we really going to talk about the weather?" "I'm trying to make conversation!" I turned to face him, propping myself up on my elbow. "You're not exactly helping." "What would you like me to say?" "I don't know. Anything. Tell me about..." I searched for a topic, any topic that would break this awkward tension. "Tell me about your favorite book or movie.” He