He sat awkwardly down in the living room. Benji was curled up in a blanket reading, Braydon was going over documents, and his decidedly future parents in-law had left to talk in the kitchen. The TV was on, some historical documentary playing about Nagas and their history on the human plane. He glanced at the stairs, he felt awful.
He hadn’t lied, he wasn’t mad at Kouzen initially. Right now he was frustrated that the twerp wouldn’t listen to him about not being angry with him. In essence, this had honestly made him angry with him. Now he was stuck in this loop of being mad about not being mad. He scrubbed his face with his palms and there was a soft throat clearing.
“You okay over there?” Benji’s soft voice was filled with concern.
“Yeah, m’fine. Just confused I guess,” He gave a halfhe
