Just Because… II 46C

Well that was such bad idea. What exactly was his plan with that? That was not it. Not it at all. He couldn’t even choose. He rubbed his itchy left eye, barely looking at the book on his lap. The lights on, he was sitting up against the couch, his legs practically consumed by the sleeping bag. Viola had sacrificed her bed for Tyson and Cassius although ideally it should have been him and Cassius but he didn’t care. Tyson took the opportunity and she slept on her couch. But back to what he’d written.