Rhydian;
I help Bram to his room, and as he sits on his bed, he looks up at me with sad, nervous eyes.
"Is he ever going to like me?" He whispers, and I pause as I take his coat off him.
"Elián?" I question, and he nods.
I sigh before sitting beside him on his bed as my mind wanders back to him.
I stare down at my hands as I recall how sad he looked a few minutes ago. I should'nt have spoken to him like that.
He's being territorial… and that's understandable. It's not new information that he doesn't know how to control his emotions.
I shouldn't have been so hard on him. He needs reassurance and I…
"If I were in his place, I'd hate me too." Bram's voice breaks into my thoughts, and I turn to him.
"Elián doesn't hate you." I counter and he pauses.
