“I have a question,” I found myself saying. “About the other day. When we fought.”
“What is it?”
“Are you sad?” I asked at last, and he seemed confused.
“Why do you think I’m sad?”
“It’s—the way you talk and the way you look at people sometimes. You seem unhappy.”
He frowned. “I don’t know—it’s hard to explain…”
“You should try.”
He shook his head. “I don’t want to.”
“Because I don’t want to talk about things like that. I don’t want to talk about it because it just complicates things. I just want you to be happy—I don’t want to ruin that.”
“But what about your happiness?” I asked him. “What about you?”
“Me?” He paused, then shrugged. “I don’t count.”
So, I didn't exactly like how my first one turned out, so I decided to completely start over and continue with my old coloring style. I like this one much better, tbh.