8 months??

It's a weird moment.

The air is thick with tension, and for the first time in so long I feel stupid for attempting a lame joke. I look like I just grew a different set of heads, like I am the dragon lord who just realized there ain't no dragon fires no more. I don't know how to ask for answers from them. I know I need answers, but them looking at me with pity is not something I was banking on, its really awkward yet I'm home.

Holy shit.

I guess operation truth is on hold for now. Ryan doesn't even smile, something that he usually does when my joke is too lame, even for his interests. How am I supposed to do this. By being honest I suppose.