he jabs you in the side with his elbow and asks, what's on your mind? there's a hint of concern under the joking tone. but you cannot tell him. you don't even dare turn to look at him.
his eyes are on you, imploring. a question deserves an answer and you've always told each other the truth. he is so close that you can hear his heartbeat. he is so close that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your neck. it is all too much.
he is persistent, asking the same question over and over and over again...
