¿There really isn't... a reason?

¿32?

I sat on the couch with my tea, trying to keep things down in my stomach.

It didn't help a whole lot, but, I can try.

I found it quite strange that nobody gave me company on the couch.

I knew Beastboy was in his room. He started playing a new video game and I decided to give him some alone time.

For the most part I really just didn't want to hear him scream every time the game 'Wasn't fair.'

I finished my tea and I went to the sink.

I went to grab the sponge and then I heard the door swoosh open.

I looked up and I smiled.

It was Cyborg.

"Hey." I greeted him and then turned my attention back to the mug.

"Hey Rae. How are you feeling?"

"I've been better. My head still hurts, but my stomach feels a little better." I told him, a smile tugging in the corner of my mouth.

"That's good. I'm glad something is getting better for you. I think your boyfriend isn't gonna help with that headache though." He teased with a small chuckle.

"Surprisingly, he hasn't caused me a huge headache yet. I've got to give him credit though. He stays up with me every night when I'm feeling really sick." I squirted the liquid soap into my cup.

"In all honestly, he's a good person. A really good person."

"He is. I remember when I first met him, I would get so angry at the stupid little things he did. Now that I think back, we were both so immature. I was immature." I scrubbed my mug with force.

He stayed silent until I finished cleaning my cup.

I put in on the drying rack and began to walk out.

"Wait. Uh... Raven." He chirped causing me to turn around.

"What?" I asked in confusion.

He looked at me nervously, and he played with his fingers.

Oh... I forgot.

I gave Robin permission to tell everyone about... it.

I can't tell if I regret that decision or not.

"Look... I-" He began to speak, but there wasn't a point. I already knew what he was going to say.

"You're going to ask me about what Robin told you. Right?" I wanted to make sure we were on the same road here.

"I wasn't going to ask, I was going to apologize."

"Why are you going to apologize?" I asked. He didn't have a reason to be sorry. He didn't yell at me, or do anything wrong.

"I'm sorry for what he did to you." He confessed sadly, looking at me in a painful way.

"Please don't feel sorry for me. I'm fine now. For the most part. Some days are harder than others, but, I'm not near as bad as I was before. Just, please, don't feel sorry." I hated when the others looked at me in a vulnerable way.

I also hated for them to feel any worry towards me.

He sighed, and rubbed the back of his head.

"Does B know?" He asked.

"He was the first person I told." I answered him.

I could tell in his face he wanted more details.

Details I didn't really want to explain, but, I felt the need to.

"It was a couple days before he was attacked. He came into the computer room where I was and we talked, and then he asked if something happened to me. And then I told him. Everything. He promised he wouldn't tell anyone, and he didn't." I said, trying to make every word I just said sound normal.

He took in every word I said, and it caused more sadness to appear on his face.

I sighed awkwardly, and stroked my hair.

"Please, just don't feel bad. Okay? I'm fine, now. Really." I told him with assurance.

He nodded, and sighed.

He shook off any more questions and sat down on the couch, turning on the Tv.

I was quite relieved I didn't have to deal with anymore conversations right now.

There's only one conversation that I really want to have right now.

And it's with my closest friend.

Do you think he's had enough alone time?

Because I sure think so.

————————————
What are you doing during your quarantine?