"I guess it's time for my story." I sighed. He stepped in front of me, lifting my chin up and looked me in the eyes. "Do you blame me for your dad's death?" He whispered. I shook my head, I didn't even need to think about it. It wasn't his fault at all. "No, I don't blame you," I replied, quietly. Relief washed over his face, "Is that what you and Lucas were talking about in your office the other day?" I asked, I needed to hear him say it. That there wasn't anything else he hasn't told me.
"Of course you were listening." He chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Yes, I was scared you'd blame me and I didn't want that." He admitted. I wrapped my arms around his back and stepped closer to him. "Thank you for being honest with me." I sighed. "Before we have another serious talk, I could do with eating
