"Are you going to end up telling me what happened during the weekend?" Ella persisted, pushing a sandwich in front of Kylan who thanked her quietly. He shook his head, tearing the plastic from the sandwich and beginning to munch on it. Ella frowned, "But you tell me everything Ky, that's not like you."
"Can you stop talking about it?" he murmured, not meeting her gaze as he lowered his head, staring at his hands in the table as they trembled.
Ella's lips clamped shut for a moment, before grimaced, "No, tell me what happened."
Kylan was growing irritated, "I will when I'm ready."
"It'll help if you speak about it."
"Can you drop it?"
She frowned, "But I'm—"
"I'm leaving," he breathed in annoyance, standing from his seat against Ella's protest. "Thank you for the food though," he push
