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There's no room for blackmail when the person you want to extract something from is the one who can get what she wants from you with just a glance, a sigh.

So what I did was simply leave the implied suggestion.

Let's go over the script from the following scene we met:

The path is the same. We came in the cast van to my house, because tomorrow is the day off. The day was animated like all else. Stealth looks as usual are exchanged. All in absolute tranquility with hints of anxiety. Spraying in the air the memories-good fragrance of the bond we have.

Rathavit took off his sneakers and is sitting on the floor backed by a cushion on his butt and another on his lap, being embraced by him. He was surprised I came and turned on the computer. We're looking at the photos of today's events. Could we check the cell phones? Yes. However. I opted for the computer and I'm sitting at the desk. Entertained on the pictures.

After a few minutes commenting and laughing at the situations of each, the tray of snacks and juices that I brought is empty. That boy behind me pops his tongue out of his teeth, cleaning up the food scraps. It's a mania he has that makes him look like some old lady who uses dentures.

Rathavit raises and taking the tray Speaks:

-I'mma take it.

I don't measure how cunning he can be without seeming evil-intentioned with his gentle mannerisms when he picks up the tray by touching his head on my shoulder. Like he needs to dodge that much to pick her up on the desk. In the script he knows, I'd steal a kiss from him so close. I don't do that. I do nothing. He gets a few seconds standing with her in his hand and goes to take her to the kitchen.

There was absolutely no need for that. Clearly he meant for me to say he didn't have to take it. But he took it. A useless walk to the first floor. And I stayed here. I opened a tab in the browser and left it open. Well... Bad idea. So I open a picture of us with the cast. Specifically from an afternoon where I felt happier, when I thought he looked more cute than usual.

He'll be back. Locks the door and grabs his backpack on the floor. From there, takes a box of candies and put it in his mouth. I can feel that he watches me while I watch the picture on the screen without actually looking at it.

-Hm?

He sipping and chewing and reaching for the box.

I open my hand and I wait he deposits two mini-jellybeans out there.

-Did you like that more?

He asks.

-Yes. That was spontaneous.

-I was awful on that.

-Hm.

"Hm "

I comment "HM " and definitely not the comment he expected.

Anyone who calls himself ugly in a photo automatically gets compliments. At least the person you've been kissing. Friends men confirm "Yes, you were ugly. Awful". They slap your head and still emphasize that to get a good wife only being rich, because by your appearance neither the ticks want you. That's how the "compliments" between boys work.

And this boy, as you all know, is not a friend like everyone else to me. A few more instants I make no effort to break the silence. And...

-Are you tired?

He asks.

-No. Why is that? – I answer without emotion.

-You've been sitting there since you got here.