I am not afraid

I can see him, he thinks I can't but I definitely can. He's been sat in the same old armchair for at least two hours now, just staring.

Maybe he thinks that because his face is hidden in a book, I can't see him looking. Or that I think his attention is on the words printed I front of him.

I know better.

I know better than to expect him to act normal. I know better than to expect anything else from Frank Iero.