Gray just sat in the car, his eyes wide as he stared blankly at the steering. Whatever that mad did, he apparently knew how to get right under Gray's skin. He knew the things to do to him, and he took it, and he ran with it.
I have never seen Gray so shaken up despite everything. His hands trembled every single time he tried to take the steering, and he looked like he could see a ghost each time.
"Gray," I said, slowly reaching out to him.
He didn't reply or turn to me, and I slowly wrapped my hand around his arm, hoping it would at least do something for him. It was obvious just how damaged he had always been, and this man just knew how to stir it. This man knew the best way to tear him apart from inside.
He slowly turned to me, and I took the opportunity to immediately wrap my hands
