Still shocked, I allowed him there for some time, before I finally mustered the strength to push him away. His eyes had no tears in them — he must have wiped them away, because he didn't want me to see them and tag him as a weakling — it was his mentality. He had no tears in his eyes, but his eyes were red and a little bit puffy. Anyone could tell he had been crying. "What's wrong, Antonio?" I asked again. "You look like you badly need someone to talk to. I'm here. You can talk to me about anything. Like in said earlier, I promise not to judge you."
"I should not have returned." He finally began to open up.
"You shouldn't have returned where? To Singapore?" I asked, unsure. Why would he even say that? Did he have a terrible memory in the city? I could not wait to find out.
"Yeah." He
