He was still acting normally well-ish. I wasn’t sure I liked it. How twisted was that ? I wanted him to be mad, throw a strop, but he didn’t. He came back an hour later. I was sitting like a nervous wreck on his sofa, dressed all in black, he had a bag strapped to his back. He looked uncomfortable, like this was the last place he wanted to be, but he was there. His walk was slow and measured, it was me that rushed over to him, he was robotic when he asked me everything she said. What had happened ? I went through everything, every little detail I remember. Then he hit me with it. “ I’m going to go get them “ he wouldn’t look at me.
” Wait what ?” I asked, panicked. His eyes stayed averted. He wouldn’t even glance my way. I moved, trying to get into his line of sight, but he just sighed
