What if...?

The next morning, Dexter's mind was completely vacuous. He could remember their conversation, but nothing else. It's like his mind was empty.

To his surprise, Dexter woke up and felt something heavy on his waist. He slowly placed his hand on his waist and he felt a hand.

He turned around to see Lynn sleeping like a baby, with his hand placed on Dexter's waist.

He sighed while he slowly dragged himself closer to Lynn's body. He didn't know what to feel at that moment, he was tired, dizzy, and confused. Dexter wanted to hate him from the bottom of his heart, but all he could do was fall in love with him more.

It was like he was lost in a maze and he tried to find the way out, where freedom and true happiness were waiting for him to come.

He looked at Lynn's face and saw a mocking smile on it. He kicked his leg which made him curse and open his eyes.

"Damnit. Why did you do that?" Lynn asked.

"You were awake and you didn't do anything about it! And then you just showed yourself with the most evil smile ever! Try not to laugh while I think you're sleeping and you'll sure get away with it!" he commented.

Lynn looked at Dexter and he noticed that something was off. "What's wrong? You look a bit pale. You're not fine."

"It's nothing... Just that I'm a bit dizzy and tired... And I can't remember a thing from last night."

"Not even a thing? I mean, nothing from what we did?"

"I just remember the conversation we had before doing it, but nothing more. It's like my mind went empty overnight."

Lynn dragged Dexter even closer to him. "I guess what happened isn't that important. If you remembered what we talked about it's good. We did nothing different, so don't worry."

Dexter started to feel even worse. He was laying on the bed, right next to Lynn, but he was still feeling dizzy. He covered his face in Lynn's chest while squeezing the blanket as hard as he could.

"Are you sure okay? You look very tired... And I mean, very, very tired."

"I know. I should go to work, right?"

"Are you insane?! You're not leaving this house until you don't get better! Call your friend, your boss, or whoever you want to call, and tell them you're not going!"

"I know... But-"

"No! I don't want to hear any excuses! Take your phone and call someone!"

Lynn looked very serious at Dexter and he immediately understood that he mean it. He sighed and turned around to take his phone. He slowly dialed Connor's number and called him.

"Hi... Good morning, Connor! Can you tell the boss that I'm not coming?"

"Good morning, Dexy. Are you ok? Did something happen? Did that man do something to you?"

"No... It's not like that. It doesn't have anything to do with Lynn. I'm just not feeling too well, that's all."

Connor assured Dexter that he would tell his boss about that and then they hung up.

"Why does that friend of yours always think that I did something bad to you?" Lynn started to comment.

"I don't know... Maybe because you look like a killer... Maybe because you're always rude and have that unchanged expression on your face... Maybe because you act weird around everyone that approaches me and throw them one of your death stares... There are more."

Lynn raised an eyebrow and then rolled his eyes. He sighed and then he got up.

"Do you want to eat something? Or maybe do you want some water? How do you feel now? Let me see your temperature."

Dexter was confused by Lynn's sudden interest in his state, but he just told him to bring some water. He didn't feel any better, but having Lynn by his side made him start to not feel the dizziness and tiredness at all.

After Lynn brought the glass of water, he asked: "Do you want me to make some tea too? Or do you want something else? Tell me and I'll bring you."

"I guess tea would be ok. Thanks for carrying. I don't know why you care so much about me."

"You shouldn't wonder so much about that. Just, let me take care of you until you get back on your feet and then we'll start to be the same."

He left the room and he also left Dexter thinking. Why would he want to go back to how they were before that night? Why would he not like this kindness he offers to him? Why does he look like he is interested in Dexter, but then he's not anymore?

He had so many questions, but he was sure Lynn wouldn't answer them, so he remained silent in Lynn's bed while waiting.

Soon, Lynn entered the door with a plate full of food and with a cup of tea right next to it.

"Enjoy your breakfast. I'll let the door open. I'll be in the kitchen, if you need something, shout and I'll come. All right?" Lynn asks, looking at Dexter who was speechless.

"Uh... Yeah... Ok... It's all right I guess."

Dexter takes the place of Lynn and places it on his legs. He looked carefully at the food Lynn had just prepared. He might say he's not good at cooking, but to Dexter, it seemed like he was a chef. He loved his food and the mode he prepares it.

Lynn was in the kitchen, working on something, while Dexter had just finished his breakfast.

Lynn came to check on him. "How do you feel? Anything better?" he asks as he leaned on the wall with his hands crossed.

"Mhm... I'm better now. Can I get up, at least?"

"Why are you asking me that? If you feel like you can stand on your own feet, then get up. I can't tell you to stay in bed all day."

Dexter slowly got up and then he headed to the bathroom. Lynn came and took the plate back to the kitchen while he waited for him to come out.

Dexter wanted to go back to bed, but Lynn shouted: "Dexter! Come here a bit!"

He used a serious tone, but it didn't sound like something too bad. He slowly went into the kitchen and sat down at the table, in front of Lynn.

Lynn was with his coffee in his hand and a cigarette was lit up in the ashtray. He looked seriously at Dexter while taking another sip from his coffee.

"I suppose that I can ask you a question, can I?" he breaks the silence.

"Uh... Sure. Why are you asking me? Ask away. Say what you want to."

"I need you to answer this question honestly, ok?"

"Ok. Ask."

"What would you do... If you discovered that I am not who you think I am?"

Dexter was blocked for some seconds, trying to understand what Lynn meant by that. He scratched the back of his head and stuttered.

"Um... I... I don't know what you mean by that. In what sense 'not who I think you are'?"

"You know me as a killer, a criminal that doesn't have any pity for anyone and is the biggest motherfucker in the world. Right?"

"Uh... Yeah... I guess so."

"All right, but what if I wasn't like that? What if I was the opposite? What would you think of me? What would you do? Be honest. Would you still appreciate me that much?"

His face was serious. He waited patiently for an answer while Dexter didn't have any idea how to answer those sudden questions. There were again some moments of pure silence between the two.