- Why don't you ask me anything? Dante speaks, filling the silence in the car.
I move my gaze from the window to him and arch an eyebrow at him.
-What to ask?
He sighs and tightens the steering wheel until his fingers turn white due to the lack of blood circulation.
- I know I should have told you what I do, but... I didn't know how. How could I bring this up without it being awkward?
I turn my head again towards the view outside and hear him sigh again.
- It doesn't bother me that you didn't tell me. I answer simply and I can feel his gaze hitting me in the temple.
- Then why are you acting so... distant?
I was hoping he wouldn't notice that. I hope I don't have to answer this question. I was hoping for many things...
- Because... I have to think. I have to process the info
