True to his word Kyle left the room precisely ten minutes later. I was still brushing my teeth the bugger. I slapped the cap back on my toothbrush holder and chased him out of the room without rinsing. I felt incomplete and gross. I always rinsed. I'll just have to brush again when I make it back to the room. That way, I can wash my toothbrush out properly too.
“You could have finished brushing your teeth, you know, and just caught up later.” Kyle glanced back over his shoulder as I trailed along behind him.
“Huh,” I say stupidly. I was too hung up on running my tongue across my teeth.
“Your teeth, it's bothering you. Why didn't you just finish brushing them.”
“How” I go to ask, but then I remembered we could feel each other's emotions. He could probably just feel how annoyed I was
