"Why?"
She expected him to look at her at least, but she watched him lower his eyes instead.
"Why Morpheous?" She asked again. Her tone softer this time." Just answer me for once!"
But not a word came out of his mouth. She watched him take a calculated breath as if he was framing an answer in his head but discarded it before bringing it to his lips. She watched his knuckles whiten as they gripped her glass tighter and tighter.
So she brought her hand and rested it atop his, gently sliding her thumb across the ridge of his index finger. "Why Morpheous? Tell me. Please!"
"Because I want to be the one who takes care of you. Not any other man. Because even the thought of someone else coming close to you… Touching you when you aren't yourself. It just bothers me. And if you want to ask why then I have no answer for that."
