He has been in bed for too many days now.
He hasn't moved.
He didn't eat anything I gave him.
He hasn't talked to me..
If I have done something wrong then I want to fix it.
SO then he will be Happy Louis, The happy Louis that I have known for a long time. The Louis who cared about others. The only person who actually asked how I was doing, when everyone just asked for drinks. But Louis, No Lou actually asked me how I was doing every time he came to the bar. For everyone I was just another guy who is working at the bar to pay his uni loan back. But for Lou I was something else, I know that I was something for Lou. He feels the same way I do. He doesn't have to admit it because I know it.
