He watched the kid cry up a pool and he had never felt so guilty.
“I'm… I'm sorry!” his timid sobs chocked him up, burrowing his head in his knees. “I didn't mean to… I wasn’t chasing you off. Are you mad at me? Is that– is that why you never came back?”
Now Kyle was slowly hating himself, why were his tears doing a number on him?
**H-hey, it's not my fault. I tried coming back but it was impossible.** His paws were already walking to where the kid remained in a squat. **Hey, listen…**
“I can't… I can't do anything right! Everyone is mad at me,” he sounded hurt, giving Kyle the idea that it was a lot more than his days of absense. “Dad got mad at me, ‘cause… ‘cause I didn't want to eat up. But– but I don't want to eat. I-I also couldn't stay right in the tube! It's hard.”
Tube? Did h
