“You want me to trust you?! Fine.” He was irritated at how much you wanted him to open up, like it was that easy. He marched up to you, your eyes widening slightly from how quickly he had invaded your space. He swiftly reached down, grabbing your wrist.

“Moon, what are you-“ you questioned, confusion knitting your brows together. “Hush.” He silenced you, placing his silicone digits over your pulse.

“Now, you want me to trust you? Answer my questions and then maybe I will.” He pressed his fingers a little more into your skin.

“At least this way I can tell if you’re lying.” He narrowed his eyes towards you, challenging you to accept his little game. To his surprise, you agreed.