I was confused but I let him in regardless. He had this musty stench on him, like he had been bathing in the rain with his clothes on and refused to go back inside till the clothes got barely dry on him.
It was unlike him, Shawn was never the kind to let himself go, even for a split second. He was always in the best shape at all times with no excuse not to be as he always told me.
The smell, his pale skin, wide eyes with not a thought behind them, waiting for me to take a seat, it was all too bizarre.
I kept a keen eye on him as I sat back on the chair, crossing my legs so I was alert and stared, “What may be the problem?” I asked, “Are you okay?”
“Not exactly, I'm not exactly the one you need to be worrying about. How are you? I saw it all and heard it all, I thought it might be best
