Rory
I regarded Kenny wearily. He didn't look alright if I was being honest. He was scowling throughout since we alighted the car and has yet to drop his grip from my waist. He was also sweating buckets. I reached up and dabbed his face with the handkerchief I brought with me as expected. He leaned his nose into the pulse of my wrists and inhaled deeply, eyes falling close for a moment.
Yup. That's It. He's not supposed to be here right now.
I wanted to ask him if he was sure he was alright for us to go in, but his patience felt like it was very thin and I didn't want his ego to get bruised this morning, which was why I swallowed down the questions on my tongue.
Jason was staring at Kenny when I glanced at me but he wasn't saying anything. I swallowed emptily and asked them if they were ready for us to go in.
