"What's wrong?" David placed his hand on my forehead, to check my temperature.
"I'm okay."
"You don't look okay," he frowned at me.
"Of course, I'm not okay."
Why should I be okay when Smith called?
"Since he said he's okay, you should just leave it. When he wants to tell you anything, he will do that by himself."
David looked reluctant to allow the discussion to end. It seems there are things he intends to say. However, he can't do that.
"Okay. Let's eat."
Even with the let's eat, he was still looking at me as if there is something on my face.
I've touched my face to make sure there is nothing on my face, and sure, there is nothing on my face.
Aside from the thoughts going on in my head, there is nothing else.
*
"I want to head into the next town. There is some things I need to get." I sat next to David on the bed and folded my leg in a frog pose.