Family secrets

Chapter 5: Honesty.

When we arrived at the small apartment, Victor excuse himself to the shower and though I planned on idly waiting for his return, seated on the sofa that was the only indication of separation between the living room and the kitchen.

I found it difficult to resist temptation as I tried to take in as much of the young adult's space of living as possible, from where I sat. I do not wish to be rude, despite us being friends I must not let curiosity get the best of me and violate his privacy.

The entrance was a short hall that leads to the room I now sat in.

There were no defining or detailed decor, no television, radio or much electronics at all, say for certain cooking utensils and necessities such as, a microwave, fridge, stove, and oven, from what I could see.

I assume the hall where Victor had vanished, lead to the washroom and perhaps the dormitory.

Though it was not much in size, it felt comfortable and with today's economy and the rising of lodging prices, it was rather impressive for someone of his age and profession.

however, it did cause me curious to what his family may e like.

" Will" I turned to where my name was called, watching as Victor approached the couch and sat beside me, dress comfortably with an apologetic frown.

"What is it?" I questioned as he took a seat beside myself, on arm thrown over the back.

" this is gonna sound like a load of shit, but I really don't think I can make it out tonight."

"Pardon? " I heard myself say my voice drenched in disappointment.

"I'm sorry man, I didn't notice how tired I was till I got home" he explained, and I understood. Truly, I did, he worked all day, manual labor no less it was expected for him to be exhausted and I, whose only labor was done by studied, had no right to say otherwise.

"Oh...t..thats al...ok." I stood from the sofa " perhaps another time?" I suggested and turned to leave. I honestly would say that I handled that the correct way, yet before I could take a step towards the door. Victor grabbed hold of my wrist, preventing me from going further.

"Hold on, you're right" he began and I found myself rather perplexed to what he may be referring to.

"I said we'll eat together, it's not right to go back on my word like that," he confessed, adjusting he posture on the cushioned seat.

" no, I can not possibly allow you to push yourself at such extent" I explained, placing my hand over his.

" well I can't let you go home with that disappointed expression on your face, I won't be able to sleep. "

In all honesty, canceling tonight had greatly disappointed me, but I had believed I had kept that from appearing on my features. It seems I may be wrong. "Alright then, what about this. Since we're canceling each other out, how about we order in" Victor suggested, as he released my wrist, rose from the sofa and moved towards the 'kitchen'. I followed behind, idly observing as he rummaged through a cupboard filled with what seemed to be paper menus.

" what do you want to eat?" he questioned and I shook my head. "Right, it's my turn to choose isn't it" he realized and I nodded in response, however, his gaze had fallen to my wrist, the one he held an I was now holding.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked, resting the menus on the cabinet and taking a step towards me, crossing the distance I subconsciously kept between us.

He gently took hold of the believed injured wrist, and I found it difficult to keep my focus on him.

" n..no, I'm quite alright, see?" I assured, releasing the joint and moving it around with ease he sighed in relief, removing his hand.