“I... I was feeling bad because I laughed at you and didn't go to see if you were okay afterwards” He confessed, my eyes meet his, his expressions are of regret. I sighed and looked away. “I'm sorry, you're going through a lot right now and...” he says “It's okay, Alex.” you interrupted him. “Let's just not talk about it, okay?” you ask “Sure.” He agreed. “But before I go back to bed, I want some of what you're preparing.” I let out a laugh. And I got two cups