Lance seemed to check in from head to toe. I guess to make sure that I really was OK. Well, I was physically. Thankfully, people are not able to see the emotional or mental turmoil others go through.
Judging by the way he was inspecting my physical well-being, he would stick me in bubble wrap if he could see how broken I was on the inside.
I started to feel uncomfortable by this inspection, and went to move around him. He reached out like he was going to grab me and I flinched back away from him.
“Man, Lea. Sorry. I wasn’t going to hurt you. I was just going to stop you for a second, so I could talk to you.” Lea tells me. Honestly, I knew that, but right now my mind is just a little screwed up.
“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting it. Nothing against you, I knew you wouldn’t hurt me.
