"To kill off the remaining ones of the species." He grasped my shoulder, combing his hand through my tangled mess of hair. He was more than just staid. He winked, his eyes pouring out grief, with a mixture of sullen.
"What species?" I implored him to direct his answer upfront.
His face had fallen into a guilty look of desperation. I gawked once more, and he demanded I really do help him. So I accepted. It wasn't meant to be risky, yet it flashed with possible hunger to find real answers to what he had meant by species.
"Tell me," I ensured. "What are you talking about?"
"The species your little boyfriend is." He had fallen into a calm state of mind. For the first time in a while, he had seemed calm.
"I still don't know what you're talking about." I whined, arms flailing in the air with increased impatience.