'This… this bastard!'
Blake stomped forward, steps heavier than necessary, the sound echoing faintly against the sidewalk.
Of course, he had tried everything.
From the moment the day started, he had been careful: watching, adjusting, doing everything he could to keep Myles in a good mood.
And yet it was all useless, all of it!
He pressed his lips together, blinking a little harder than usual as he felt his eyes stinging a little. His heartbeat felt off, it was way too fast, then too slow, uneven in a way that made his chest feel tight.
It felt like they had fought.
Or, at least, not directly.
But, something in the corridor and something on the bus definitely happened.
Nothing that could be defined as a fight, and yet it really felt like one.
'How can he have a 13 and still be so wary of me, at times? Damn it…'
Blake dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply.
Still, as his fingers brushed the back of his neck, he paused.
