"You know what it is?"I question him, resting my elbows on my knees and cupping my face.
He stares at me blankly, a hint of question in his eyes, but he doesn't respond before I continue.
"It's all just dark. "
He sighs, running his fingers through his hair.
"And you know what else?" I ask.
"What?" He mumbles, and I observe his tired posture. He's slumped in the chair and I think it must be awkward for someone as tall as him.
"It fucking sucks."
