¿There really isn't... a reason?

¿14?

When I woke up, Beastboy wasn't in the bed anymore.

I looked around the room and he was sitting in front of his TV, playing a video game.

Of course.

He was eating some sort of vegan cheese balls.

I yawned, because of course I was tired.

He heard me and turned around. He smiled with his fang hanging out.

"Hey." He greeted me before turning back to his game.

"Hey." I said, resting my head back down in his pillow.

His bed was actually really comfortable. His pillows were so soft.

He sighed in annoyance really loud.

"What?" I asked.

"This stupid game." He said in anger.

I got up, and walked beside him and sat down.

He was playing the same racing game Cyborg and him always played in the living room.

I rested my head on his shoulder, somewhat concentrating on his game.

He paused it when I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" He asked is worry.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not knowing what he was referring to.

"Oh." He said dumbly, continuing his game.

"I thought you were sad when you did that." He said in his normal voice.

"No I'm not." I replied.

The phone call suddenly filled my mind.

Was Slade telling the truth?

I mean I guess he was, he beat Beastboy awfully.

His black eye was still there obviously, but it looked a lot better than before.

"Beastboy?" I was debating whether to tell him about the call now.

"Hm?"

I decided now wasn't the right time.

Honestly I don't know when the right time is.

"How long are you going to be on crutches?" I asked.

"Cyborg said 6 to 8 weeks, along with a whole bunch of doctor talk that I didn't pay attention to. Why? You don't like my crutches?" He joked.

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes.

"What is he doing when he gets the cast off?" I asked.

"Physical therapy I guess, which by the way, I'm not excited for. I heard it sucks." He sighed.

"You'll get through it." I tried to be encouraging.

His little car/plane thing crashed on the screen.

He threw his controller down and pouted.

"Sorry." He mumbled trying to grab the controller.

I grabbed it for him.

"You can just sit it up there. I'm done playing anyway." He said annoyed.

I got up and sat it near his TV.

He tried to get up, but he couldn't.

"Here." I held out my hands.

He grabbed them and I pulled him to his feet. He put a lot of weight on me, and I about fell, and when I tried to regain my balance he put weight in his cast.

"Ow!" He said through clenched teeth.

He put his arm around my shoulder and I helped him to the bed. He sat down and I gave him his crutches.

"This sucks." He sighed.

"I know, but it will be over before you know it." I said as he stood up.

He looked at me, sadly, and I'm not sure why.

"Are you okay?" I asked. I've noticed he's been in a more irritated mood. I mean, he always got mad at video games, but, something was off.

He nodded, but I knew he was lying.

I stood in front of him, I had to look up slight, because, you know, his height change.

"Remember when you told me that I could tell you anything?" I asked. He nodded.

"Well, that goes for you too." I grabbed his hand.

He looked at me, and I could sense waves of sadness coming from him.

I swear his eyes teared up, but he's a master at hiding it.

"I uh... don't want to talk about it Rae." He said softly. He squeezed my hand.

"It's nothing against you. It's just..." he was trying not to cry.

"This time around. It's a hard time." He looked away.

I felt sympathy for him.

But I respected he didn't want to talk about it. I'm guessing something from his past was bothering him.

"Okay." I said softly.

He still looked so sad.

I didn't really know what to do.

"Is there anything I can do?" I asked.

He shook his head no, and crutched out of the room, which I assumed he was going to the kitchen.

I sighed, and walked out.