Find Me. {SockCat}

Chapter Nine: Do Me A Favor.

Sock played around with his knife; he constantly tossed it around and poked at it.
"Hey- Jonathan?" he called out.
"Yeah? What? Sock, it's two a.m.! What do you want?" he replied, covering his face with a pillow.
"W-What if I asked you to kill yourself right now?"
"I wouldn't do it," Jonathan said, sinking his face deeper into the pillow.
"W-Well, what if I told you it was for love?"
"I might."
"Y-You would?" Sock asked, getting a little excited.
"No."
Sock sighed. This is hopeless.