“Samuel?” I call from the outside of his door, knocking softly. I was about to leave, and I didn’t want to do so without telling him, knowing how he’d get. I slowly turn the knob, and push the door open. He sat on the floor, leaning on his bed, his head down. “Hey . . . “I mutter softly, cautiously lowering myself next to him, and hugging my knees to my chest.
He refused to look at me, his mouth set in a hard line, his eyes stuck on his rug.
“Thank you.” I whisper, breaking the silence, and he doesn’t react. I scoot closer, and throw a hand over his shoulder.
“You did amazing,” I tell him softly, leaning into him, my face close to his. “And I’m proud of you.” He shuts his eyes tight, his breathing jagged. Before I know what’s happening, he gently grabs the back of my neck, and pulls his
