John's P.O.V
"It's not like that.", I respond to his earlier questions making him groan in frustration.
Are you that numb?
"Numb about what?", I asked him growing even more frustrated at his not-so-straight-to-the-point lines. My insanity floated right past me and stopped me from my walk with an incredulous look on his face. His words sunk in. "Are you insinuating what I think you are insinuating?", I ask him. My insanity widened his eyes and raised his hands up, saying that it was what he meant. I leaned back standing tall looking down at his small figure. "Stop it.", I warn.
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, crossing his arms on his chest.
Are you trying to shut me up? Your insanity? Really?
