the heater warms me up when i walk inside. michael closes the door behind us and quietly argues with ashton. ashton's social skills are lower than i expected it to be. maybe coming inside is a bad idea after all. ashton seems like he'd rather get attacked by a shark instead of having me inside of here.
"do you want anything to drink?" michael asks.
"tea, please," i say. michael nods before leaving ashton and i alone in the living room.
i turn to him, "are you okay?"
he nods and plops down on the couch.
