TheClosetKidnapper

Will "Then why didn't you say anything when you found out it was me?" I ask.

Will I glance at her, studying her, "Really?"

Will I nod and look down again, "Did you ever think about me?"

Will I glance at her, "How did you and your family take the war?"

You are supposed to.

Will I shake my head and look down, agreeing.

Will I nod and look away again, "They just care about their social status. Their son comes home from war, and what do they do? Show him off and brag ...

Will I shrug with my good shoulder, looking at her, "I think that if they wanted to, they wouldn't have dragged me to that stupid ball. I'm tired. I don't ...

Will I take a deep breath and shift in my seat, my shoulder bothering me.

Will I nod back and look down again.

Thanks.

Will I glance at her, studying her, "You work now?"

Back.

Will I shrug, "I don't know how to describe it."

Brb. Dinner.