"He looked at the mess he had made and shrugged, turning his glare at me. I didn't see culpability in his pretty blue eyes, just indifference. He walked to the couch and sat next to me, slightly pushing my shoulder with his. - So, are you doing good, today ? I nodded. I obviously wasn't doing okay and I knew he could see it by the deep, dark circles under my eyes, my red nose I got from crying too much and my too skinny legs. But he didn't really care. About anything, actually."