After the emotional talk, I thought it best to give Chris some breathing room. Unsure of what to do and still unsettled after it, I went to my studio, closing the door behind me.
I breathed deeply, looking around the room. I realised I didn't feel like working. And in all honesty, I might not be able to concentrate on anything anyway.
A part of me wondered if I was coming too close to the fire when it came to Chris. But seeing him like that did something to me, stirred a protectiveness and a wish to make him feel better.
I was physically unable to see him sad and not try to console him.
Maybe Robb had the right thought about staying outside of this mess, cause it's been a little over two months and my feelings are already a mess; is it old feelings of friendly compassion? Maybe.
Or maybe the fact that he's like family and an old lover makes it impossible for me to stay indifferent.
...Or the flame has been ignited once again.
