That Feeling Inside

Why?

"1,379"
"What?"
"That's how many tiles are on our ceiling," I mumble "I've counted so may times, but I'm sure of it now"
"You alright?" He looked at me That Way. The Way someone looks at you when they think you're nuts.
"Of course."
"You sure?"
"Positive"
I obviously was not alright, I was on the verge of screaming. I of course would never say that out loud, I would get The Look. The Look is essentially the same as looking That Way. I turned my attention now to the trees. How many leaves are on those trees? Shall I count? Why the hell not?
"I don't believe you"
That. That was something I never thought he would say. He always trusted me. Every time. Without questioning me. What was so different?
"Well why not?"
"I know you. I know you and I would like to say I know the problems you have." There was no The Look when I turned to see his face. Only misery. Misery. A stranger word. What makes someone miserable? "Tell me why you don't open up to me."
"I don't want to hurt you" I feel his heart break. Is that possible? To feel that? "I don't want you to have to worry about me"
"That is ridiculous Adrian. Of all things you have ever said to me, that is the stupidest"
"Please don't yell at me"
"Why? Why shouldn't I yell? We have been together for five years now. I tell you everything, you tell me nothing." His eyes tear up. Something I've never seen happen. Why would they do that?
"Chandler please! Don't say that! Please!" This is a new Look. One I've never been given. I'll call this one Why?