RIN
"Okay, okay!"
Andre claps his hands together, the bonfire at the pit at the centre of our lunging area reflecting in his glassy eyes. "Who here hasn't kissed each other?"
"Oh gods," Zein groans, and I share the sentiment, lying back on the couch, groaning.
"Can we not do these little tricks? It's juvenile," I say, tipping the wine glass to my mouth, eyes flicking to Rex seated opposite me on the big square-shaped couch; quiet.
Tonight, he hasn't talked much at all, which is very unnatural. "We are already boring Rex, who is used to more fun and life at parties."
"Rex? Are you really bored?" Andre, the innocent baby, asks him, looking worried that our little bonfire get-together is not thoroughly successful. Rex takes my bait, of course, and looks at me, ignoring Andre, who is looking worriedly over to him, and then looks at him when I don't break his gaze.
"No, I am fine, just kinda tired," Rex smiles, but I know a fake smile when I see one.
