"I'll talk to him," Chico says when the door of the house has shut behind Rehan.
I nod. "Better you than me. He's your friend, after all."
"He's your friend too now."
I don't respond, facing the beach instead.
"You sure you want to stay out here alone? It's dangerous, Iv."
"Don't worry. I'm alright. I've been in far worse situations, and crawled out. Besides, no one is watching us right now, so I'm sure it's pretty safe."
"...huh. Okay."
His footsteps become quieter as he recedes, and I'm left to my thoughts.
But I don't really have anything to think about. I just want to get out of this damned town. Between the announcement of Abuela's illness and Rehan's odd behavior, I realized I care.
Or, rather, I am caring too much to acquaintances.
The concept is scary.
