you huffed in frustration. "now i need to listen to the Colonel when it comes to eating and drinking?" you snapped and sat on the couch. you hated being here. you hated how strongly he believed this was good for you. "I wonder," your expression softened briefly. "how did you turn into someone I hardly recognized?" you asked. he averted his gaze for a moment before holding the side of your face. "what if I told you, I was always like this?" he spoke, a smile on his lips. you scoffed. you couldn't get yourself to believe that he was always like this. from what you remember, when you were kids, he was the most kind-hearted little boy ever. "I'd rather race danger head-on than live 'safely' like this!" I pushed him back as he tried to sit next to you. "I don't need you-" "you don't need me?" he grabbed your wrist you pushed him with. "is that what you think?" he pushed you back against the headrest of the couch, pinning your wrist near your head, his other hand near your waist. you grimaced, placing your free hand on his arm, keeping him at a safe distance as he leaned to you. "alright," he exhaled sharply, not wanting to snap at you. "what do you need? you can tell me," he gazed deeply into your eyes. "We can return to Linkon if that's what you want. If you want to return to the past, we'll rebuild our old home and move in together," "Caleb-" you tried pushing him off. "and if one house isn't enough, I'll build you a whole maze," he continued, holding you tighter, but careful not to hurt you. the rain and thunder outside making the atmosphere almost terrifying. "I'll decorate it with whatever you could ever want," he moved his hand to hold the back of your neck, keeping your gaze to him. you felt like you were suffocating. at one point, you knew he was just trying to take care of you, he just had a hard time learning how.. "it will be the most beautiful, stunning garden you have ever seen,"