It was a stupid mentality of him to have, but he was scared—afraid that no one knew the man well. No one would come to understand him as much as he does and hence, he might…he just might…
"Fuck!"
He groaned, pissed off with himself, and quickly pulled his phone out of his coat. His dial went through and the call was answered.
"Nix?"
"Val."
Silence.
"Is something wrong?"
"Where are you?"
"Almost home. Why are you calling?"
He bit into his finger, anxiety crawling up his back like a thousand insects. "Valeric, you'll be alright, right? Nothing's going to happen to you, right?"
"Nix? Is everything okay with you? Why are you so wor-"
"Just answer me please. Everything will be fine, right? You didn't lie to me when you told me it was nothing, did you?"
