I smiled. "It's fine. Maybe eventually, I won't be able to feel anything. I will eventually get tired of caring about it."
He looked at me as if my words affected him at some point. I continued eating, quietly soothing the sideways tears. Come on. Why would you cry for your insensitive mother? Stop it, Audrey.
"Whenever you want to cool down, you can go
here, instead. You can talk to me, "he said softly.
"Thank you," I said hoarsely.
"You shouldn't drink alone again. That's not good. Did you get that?"
"I told you, I wasn't planning to get myself drunk. I was just calming my anger. Another thing, I thought Enzo was there."
He eyed me sharply.
"You prefer Enzo, huh?"
"Of course, who am I going to? I was mad at you because–"
I was stunned to realize what I would have said. I saw a ghost of smile playing on his lips. My heart was pounding.
