She considered asking it to his face. But then again, Christian had been quite a was about a few things which did not really leave with a lot of options, and asking who is one of them. Why bother asking when she was not going to get an answer?
But Christian was a friend, a very very dear friend. Someone has been with her from the beginning of time and she hoped would remain until the end. He had taken care of every problem that he presented itself in front of her, so why was she not supposed to do the same?
Playing with the side of chicken, she asked, "why do you not tell me?"
"Hm?" He clicked his fingers over the phone.
"I am saying," she stressed on her words enough for him to look up, "why don't you tell me what's going on? I share my problems, you should share yours with me too."
"I can take care of my problems. But I don't want you to take care of your own, I can do that for you."
