It's Not Right

John's P.O.V

"It's not like that.", I respond to his earlier questions making him groan in frustration.

Are you that numb? 

"Numb about what?", I asked him growing even more frustrated at his not-so-straight-to-the-point lines. My insanity floated right past me and stopped me from my walk with an incredulous look on his face. His words sunk in. "Are you insinuating what I think you are insinuating?", I ask him. My insanity widened his eyes and raised his hands up, saying that it was what he meant. I leaned back standing tall looking down at his small figure. "Stop it.", I warn.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, crossing his arms on his chest.

Are you trying to shut me up? Your insanity? Really?