He took a long draw on his espresso again before responding. "Askel...there are no misunderstandings between us." His voice was once bloodless and flat, it gave me chills. My stomach clenched as I puzzled if it was once too late, if our friendship used to be already too changed.
We sat in silence and finished the relaxation of our coffees. I poured every other black one for Kellan and watched, relieved, when he drank it besides alcohol. A little while later, came down, saying hey to Kellan and looking at him quizzically, due to the fact that he definitely did seem to be awful.
"You okay, mate?" he asked politely, whilst slipping an arm around my shoulder as I sat at the table. I tensed, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable with and Kellan in the equal room.
Kellan flinched a little. "N
