“Maybe, or maybe it’s because I worry about you alone at night, with —“ he trailed off; never mind. He won’t say it. “Just forget it,”

“Jokes on you, I don’t have a girlfriend,” Lila isn’t his girlfriend, is she? No... maybe.... nah.

He stopped and looked at her– she is touching him, he doesn’t know her. He is freaking out inside. “Hmm?”

. . No need for the apologies.

– shit. “Do it I don’t care.” He says as he gets the coffee down.

“I can’t, it’s fine–...” he shrugged and got up to avoid the conversation walking into the kitchen area for some beer.

“I don’t!” Wow he really just voice cracked like a teenager in puberty.

“No no, it’s fine—Thank you.” He says; though he is clearly still freaked out.

“Why do you care?” He asked softly.

“Fuck off you tiny caffeine fueled menace.”

He likes the meatballs. They’re very good.

He can appreciate that, he understands aggressive love.

Nice try twitter you’re not sniping Diego.

Is he being adopted again? Not like the others would miss him they’re to busy calling him stupid.

He’s here, he’s awake and fully coherent.

Don’t. Say a word.

Ha. No. Don’t touch.

He rubs his face and looks around before getting up to go shower.

Give him like 20 minutes

Why not? -