"Is it necessary to throw your phone outside?" I asked him as I walked towards the window.
"Ah shit your right..." he mumbled. "Anyways..."
"What is it, Mr. Aaron?"
"Why the hell are you in my house?"
"Is it too late to ask that?"
"Hmm... You're right... Like hell I'll accept that kind of reason!" he fumed. "This is my house, why the hell are you here? When did you come here?"
"..."
It's not exactly a reason, I was just stating what was obvious.
"So?!" he demanded an answer.
"For your first question, I'm here to say that General Roger is looking for you. For the second one, I was here last night."
"Last night?"
"Yes," I answered, looking outside the window, trying to find where the flying phone went. "When you were drunk while planning to shoot yourself in the head."
He stared at me for a second and looked away right after. "...D-Did I say something weird?" he stuttered.
"...Weird?"
Weird, huh...? Rather than weird, he just said something about this 'Jacob'... No. His mouth was all about that 'Jacob'. From the moment I saw him yesterday for the first time in a while up until he fell asleep from drinking too much, he kept on blabbing about 'him'. And come to think of it, that was not the first time I encountered by that name.
"Anything, did I say something?" he insisted, his voice shaking a bit.
"...I don't know if you call 'that' weird, but yes, you did say something. You mistook me for someone else. I think you said, Jacob -"
"Forget that!" he exclaimed. "Forget what you heard last night, please..."
Though he said that with such sharp tone, by dint of curiosity, "...Who is this 'Jacob' anyway?" I asked, looking at him.
At full tilt, he punched the wall near him. "I said forget what you heard last night!" he bellowed, glaring at me.
"..."
The room was filled with silence after.
As we both stared at each other, a strong wind blew from the window cutting the tension inside.
"I-I'm sorry..." Mr. Aaron apologized in a soft tone.
"...Why are you apologizing?" I asked.
"Because I want to."
What kind of reason was that...?
"...We should probably head out by now," I suggested. "General Roger may be waiting for us, you should call him."
"Y-Yeah..." he jolted. "About that..."
"What is it?"
"There's a problem..."
"Problem?"
"I threw my phone outside."
"..."
That's... a problem indeed...
"I-It's probably all right!" he laughed in a carefree manner.
"..."
"...I think," he added in a hushed tone.
Such uncertainty after saying 'it's all right' in a nonchalant way...
"...You threw it to the window without any restraints, what do you expect?" I remarked. "Not to mention this room is way above ground."
