I had thought that Dale had fallen asleep on the way back home but as soon as the car slides to a stop he gets out, he's still strangely quiet and I'm not sure how to ask him if he's okay.
We end up in my room, Shana and my mom following closely with worry evident in their eyes.
Dale just gently places me on the bed and gets on as well, curling around me like he's in pain, his heavy eyelids slipping close.
"Is he going to be okay?" I ask Shana who's hovering around in worry.
"Yeah." She says nervously. "He just needs to sleep it off, do you think you can come down?"
"From the bed?" I look up from Dale who cradles one of my hands in both of his, curling around it.
"Yup." She says bravely.
Dale is somehow already fast asleep like he had been holding back.
"Oh, sure?" I reply, confused, while she clutches her hands in front of her face like she expects an explosion to go off.
