Nodding slightly, Kaden kept a hand against his wall while heading towards the fridge slowly, opening it and managing to lean over to grab the cold beverage. When Deiru asked him that, Kaden rolled his eyes, although answered without sarcasm or irritation.
“I’m fine, thanks.” Opening the bottle, Kaden took a large swig of the beer, drinking almost half of it within a few seconds before he began to head back towards his room. Pausing halfway, Kaden glanced at the couch, sighing and making his way there instead.
Finally reaching it, although taking at least a few minutes, Kaden sat down on the other side, leaving room between himself and Deiru in the process. “I know you probably don’t give a shit if I say this or not but…thank you.” Kaden said while looking down at the ground.
He didn’t want to die, but he probably would have. He was a moron, cutting that deep was dangerous, cutting at all was stupid on it’s own, and it was obvious now that he could see that.
__________________
"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
|