Falling for you

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Sam crashed his plate down onto the table beside me, causing us to quickly move away from each other. We both picked up our forks and pretended to eat.

"I'm not, interrupting, am I?" Sam asked.

"No, no!" I exclaimed, "We were just... talking!"

Jack nodded his head in agreement.

We sat in silence, until Jack stood up to return his plate to the side.

As soon as Jack was out of earshot, Sam turned to me.

"What's that on your wrist?" He asked calmly, but I could make out a hint if urgency in his hushed tone.

I looked down, seeing that my sleeve had rode up slightly, revealing the scratch from earlier.

I had to stifle at laugh at his expression.
It was cute, that he was so concerned for me.
"It's okay! I just caught my skin on the zipper of my bag - nothing to worry about."

I saw his expression relax slightly, "Really?"

"Really. I'm fine."

He didn't look truly convinced by my last statement. Maybe it was the way I couldn't quite meet his eye, or the way I fidgeted with my fork.

Either way, he couldn't question me further, as Jack returned to the table, starting a conversation that I was happy to pick up.

But you're not really fine, are you?
Whichever way this path leads, you're just going to be bringing him down with you.
You can't escape me.
You can't escape yourself.