JUDE
'We can shop some time later, we aren't in a rush," I say, before tugging the strings of his hoodie. "What? Are you tired?"
"I am exhausted," he admits. "But we have to do this, and I have to engage even though I feel like sleeping all the time."
"You are sleeping a lot lately. Everything okay?" I stop the cart and start to look at some thermal socks in interest.
"No, nothing is okay. I wish it were."
"What's wrong?" I turn to look at him, and he looks even more lifeless than he was a few minutes ago, if that's possible. If Andre were a flower, he would be dropping so low that you would think he is about to wilt out and die any moment now.
