His teal eyes stared into my hazel ones; I notice his eyes were bloodshot from the tears he shed. This made me feel guilty since it was my entire fault; my fault that I brought the subject between us. If there was actually an us. Then after a short while of awkward silence he finally had the courage to speak up, “I’m hiding.” Hiding from what? “From what?” I asked dryly, folding my arms. “A thing we humans call pain.”