He brushed my hair with his fingers and tucked them behind my ear. His hands trailed to the cuts and injuries that were on my face and caressed the ones on my legs.
"This is all due to my carelessness."
"You mean... we are now under attack?"
"No, that has been taken care of."
"I don't understand."
Honest to God, the percentage of me actually understanding the situation ever since knowing Wystan is close to none! Our communication radar is hit-and-miss. Either I am slowly becoming a person who is incapable of reading the room or something weird had always been encompassing him.
It frustrates me when again and again he managed to wiggle his way around from answering it. To be able to get a direct answer, a straightforward question needs to be asked. The thing is, would he even want to answer? We had chosen to be truthful and not be secretive but it seems to me, none of it applies to him. Of course, technically he did not lie. He just omits some words.
