Forgetting about everyone else staring up, I stared at Zach's head, which was comfortably resting on my shoulder in confusion.
Somehow, Zach has none of the scars or wounds I had inflicted on his body during the fight when his body was possessed by the spirit.
Recalling my fight with the spirit and Zach's terrible state at the end of the fight, I kept my shoulder steady, allowing his head to sit comfortably.
How he had fallen asleep after just learning that his body had been possessed during a dream was something I could not fathom.
Aren't you supposed to be freaked out or even angry that someone stole your body...?
Ignoring the pressure on my right shoulder, I looked upward at the main cast while Zach continued dozing off.
Met with the confused and silent gazes of the three boys and three girls around me, I didn't know what to say.
I was never really much of a... explainer or creative thinker.
