Chapter Twenty Seven - Sweet Dreams are Also Made of This

He seemed like he just got out of bed. His dark hair was tousled around his head and his clothes were raggedy. He looked like he hadn't shaved for days either and his face was kind of scruffy. I always seemed to find his messy look very amusing. It was one of the things about him that made him seem so badass. He didn't seem so badass right now, however. He had a look of freight in his eyes; like he's seen a ghost. He merely kept staring at me; not saying a word, not bothering to invite me in. I was starting to have second thoughts about showing up out of the blue.