Confrontation
I didn't want to pursue the conversation, even if I did Dax would probably just tell me "he's fine" and "don't worry about me".
"Finish your breakfast, it'll get cold", he smiled.
"Mmm-hmm"
He took his bottle of water and exited the kitchen. I ate another piece of pancake and sighed, even though he says he's okay is he really? I've always had the tendency of faking a smile so people don't worry about me, I know a fake smile when I see one, Dax has probably been fake smiling his way through life since his wife died.
I finished my pancakes and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Breakfast was amazing, I just wish I could have enjoyed more, thinking about Dax really downed my mood.
"Devenity?", Xenia called my name from the hallway.
"Coming", I left the kitchen and found he
