Olive took a deep breath. "I won't force you to tell me since you obviously do not want to. I suppose I'm a stranger to you. You lied." He turned around and stormed out of the bathroom.
"Olive—" Valentine flinched at the sound of the aggressively closed door. He stared into nothingness and slowly turned to look at himself in the mirror.
It is better to keep it to myself than make them sad and pity me. He sighed and began to wash his nose, which had finally stopped bleeding.
He grabbed a tissue, folding it into a slim, long piece, and shoved it into his nostrils to block any more bleeding.
Valentine exhaled and left the bathroom. He turned to make his way to the guest room but came to a stop. His eyes shifted to the door that leads to Olive's room, and he turned, proceeding towards the door.
He gave three light knocks. "Olive?"
But no response came.
