I frowned at him, my eyebrows raised so high it was almost comical. Gervais undeniably had changed. Even if he was the devil that tormented me, I couldn't ignore that he had indeed transformed. He wasn't the same guy.
“It's alright. Don't worry about me. I will just bathe and sleep it away. Three days is nothing. I can endure it just like I did before.” He rose from the couch he was sitting on and trudged towards his room.
“What of dinner? Aren't you eating?”
“… No.”
I watched him leave, wondering what was going through that head of his. He stumbled but righted his stance. Trudging forward, he looked like a tortoise carrying his shell.
With him gone, I went to the kitchen to wash the mug, to remove all traces of the poison from it, not like anyone would know even if they saw it.
