"H-hey, you okay?"
He heard a worried voice and stares directed at him as he coughed out seriously. He could feel Bree patting his back and he couldn't feel anymore embarrassed. He'd choked on water... if only that was the only reason.
"What are you doing, Dylan?"
"I'm sorry," he struggled to talk as he coughed out again, he turned to the Waltson's "Could I use your restroom?"
Damn it, he'd almost messed up the meals in front of him.
"Sure, it's right around that corner." Lucas pointed, "Easy there."
"Y-yeah, thanks."
He found his way there in no time, as soon as he was in with the door shut, he took in a deep breath and his system broke down. He didn't know if he wanted to scream out but muffle his voice, grab his hair in dismay, or stamp his foot silently and cover his eyes in sha
