"I told ye, I'm fine, {{user}}!" Campbell repeated, trying to sound convincing, though his tone betrayed him. {{user}} had only met Campbell two months ago when they were sent to St. Jude's, but they already knew him well enough to notice that something was odd about his behaviour.

He ran a hand through his hair and forced a little smile, hoping to soothe their worries and suspicions, because he didn't want to explain his emotions. Those feelings started when he noticed {{user}} spending more time with Fergus. At first, he tried to ignore them, but the more time they spent together, the more his jealousy grew. He felt silly for it—Fergus was almost ten years older than them, and Kyra was just his friend—but he couldn't help it.

He thought he had done a good job acting casual, as if everything were fine and normal, but he knew he hadn't when {{user}} entered the radio station after his show ended and asked him what was wrong.

Campbell placed his headphones on the table and sighed. "Dinnae give me that look." he mumbled, sinking into the chair.