I don't know, what?
The night before last, I woke up to find Nick...kind of hovering over me? No, that's not quite right. More like he had a hand on either side of my head and was LOOMING in the dark, staring all intently, like he was Matt freakin' Parkman trying to read my mind.
"What's the matter?" he asked me, "What's wrong?"
"I...nothing?"
"You're okay?"
"Yes?"
I reached up and patted his face. Like I'd hit a switch, he sagged to the side and flopped back onto his half of the mattress, dead asleep.
BAFFLING.
"What's the matter?" he asked me, "What's wrong?"
"I...nothing?"
"You're okay?"
"Yes?"
I reached up and patted his face. Like I'd hit a switch, he sagged to the side and flopped back onto his half of the mattress, dead asleep.
BAFFLING.