Jack and Vince, now alone in the hospital room, stare at each other. Jack starts to blush, embarrassed, his thoughts about the other taking over his mind.
He clears his throat.
"So, are you excited about leaving tomorrow?" Jack asks scratching the back of his neck.
The other nods, but he catches his expression falling again.
Jack looks at him puzzled. Somehow, he can tell the other is worried about something.
"What's wrong?"
"What do you mean?"
Jack sighs, pulling the chair closer to the other's bed and sitting back down.
"You just seem like you have something on your mind."
Vince looks at him as if considering what he should say.
“Don't worry." He replies after a while. "So, how was class?"
Jack doesn't understand why Vince won't talk to him about whatever is worrying him.
"It was boring." he sighs, giving up. "I didn't really pay any attention. Almost finished my sketchbook from how much i doodled while the teacher was speaking. And I have it for years."