"I think you need to rest. You can go back to the infirmary. Don't worry, you have my word. I won't escape, I promise."
"No. I like it here. I get bored so easily I don't know what to think anymore."
"What's the difference in here? We're in a dark small room, locked--
"Maybe your presence--
"Tsk...too cheesy..."
"What? Oh c'mon, two is better than one, you know. Plus I have someone to talk to aside from my mind. That's wasn't supposed to be cheesy. You should take it as compliment, seriously."
"I'll think of it..."
"Ha...hahahahahaha what the heck is that answer...you're gonna think of it?"
"Anong nakakatawa don?"
"Nothing..."
His smiles is a mirror of wanting to burst of laughter. And I wonder why I find it beautiful. It's almost happiness to watch him smi--No. What am I thinkin
