I awoke to having slept on a sofa, with a blanket placed upon my body and the room was very warm.
The room smelt of Dante; I sat up quickly and frowned deeply.
Dante was sat in a chair playing some kind of game on silent, on his mobile. He seemed very relaxed.
He was wearing brown combat shorts and a light green tee shirt.
‘I do not understand?’. I muttered sadly.
He eyed me oddly and began laughing loudly.
‘Good Morning Scar’. He chuckled.
‘I said..’. I frowned.
‘I am very aware of what you just said’. He muttered, uncomfortably.
I sucked in an angry breath in response to his humour; Dante never wound me up.. so something must be going on with him.. I shook my head in response.. he would tell me what was going on eventually..
I could vaguely re
