"You did what?!" Dale exclaims in disbelief.
"What I said." Virgil mutters, unbothered as he swerves to make a quick turn. "Told her you bought me this." He adds on, waving his fingers.
Dale just slides down the chair, at a loss for words, head in his hands as the maddening scent of honey and jasmines keeps haunting him.
Virgil glances down at his friend in worry, he knew he had no right telling Dale what to do so he let him be and tried to put up with the creepy girls that kept sneaking into their apartment or the ones that tried to hook up with him.
He knew Dale had done a pretty good job of hiding his pain from everyone, even Virgil at least until they started sharing a room.
Virgil was stumped, offering sympathy felt hypocritic but watching his friend run himself down to the ground was even worse.
