Chris finally took me back to the apartment. During the trip, we were silent, but it wasn’t disturbing. Sometimes I looked at him before I quickly turned my head, sometimes it was him, and in those moments, I couldn’t help smiling like an i***t. We behaved like two fools, giggling and smiling for nothing. It was strange but it felt good at the same time.
He stops in the parking lot without turning off the engine; he’s just dropping me off because he has to pick up Jo and Erik. I spotted a garbage bag in the back seat and offered to throw it away for him. His eyes go from it to me, then he shakes his head.
“I’ll do it on my way back.”
“What’s inside?”
“A t-shirt in a bad state.”
He had no particular inflection in saying that. I guess the garment is directly related to the wounds on
