Silas was worried, and that would be an understatement for the amount of anxiety coursing through him right now. He could feel it clawing away in his ribcage, dragging its nails down every single rib, each nail grasping between the gaps; it was uncomfortable, to say the least. He knew what was causing it, and he was staring at the problem, his right leg bouncing up and down with pent-up energy. He knew he was shaking the bed from the side eye ghost kept giving him, but he didn’t care, not even when Ghost finally had had enough and placed his hand on his knee, trying to stop him. It did not work. Silas continued to bounce his knee, taking the paler man’s hand along with it.
The stoners had been spending more and more time with them over the past few days, and while it should have been a go
