“ you look like shit. ” you don’t know what else to say, not when you’re so unused to seeing him like this. the first time you met him, you thought he was emotionless. later, you learned you were wrong; he definitely felt anger, too much. but you didn’t think he was capable of grief, and definitely not to this extent. but you can tell he’s been crying, his eyes bloodshot, swollen. it makes you want to leave. not becauseyou don’t care about him, but because you don’t know how. from what you’ve seen, he’s not any good at letting people care.










