"i apologize for looking through your stuff. i should've just woke you up for the toothpaste and toothbrush." i apologize once again since it feels like the only thing that'll make the situation seem any better.
to my surprise, ashton's lips pull up into a small smile, "it's fine,"
"really?" he sits down beside me on the couch.
"yeah, it's fine." that was easier than i played out in my mind. if it were the other way around, i'd probably be freaking out.
"should we talk about it?" i ask.
he nervously bites his lip and starts pulling on his sleeves as usual, "um... probably should, but it's really unnecessary, in my opinion."
"oh... well, okay." i mumble, looking away.
he sighs, "el... i have bi-polar disorder."
