Samuel leaned against the wall as he waited for you to exit the public bathroom. He was lost in thought after you rushed to the bathroom from the feeling of wanting to throw up.

His head perked up once you had come back out. You looked weaker, your skin paler than when you both had arrived at the museum for your date. “You look worse.” He told you bluntly as he took your hand in his, walking away from the bathroom with you. “Let’s just take you back home.” He said softly yet firmly.