"Want some ice cream?" asked Charlie. Ellen nodded slowly. He is still traumatized by what happened last night.
Although he wasn't sure what Charlie had said that he had returned to his own room in a semi-conscious state, he couldn't remember it either.
Elen sat in a chair on one side of the ship's less crowded deck. His eyes stared at his bandaged wrist, the Charlie he hated being the only person he could count on to care for him.
"Charlie!"
"Hum? You want something else?"
"No! I just want to know, why do you want to take care of me?"
"What do you mean?"
"I've always been rude to you, but you still treat me well!"
"Uhm... why? There's no other reason. I just feel sorry for you, because we live in the same room. I can't help but ignore you!" He said trying to be honest.
Elen smile
