SOFIA

"Well?" I said, when he seemed to be biding his time, while my patience stretched thin.

"Ever impatient, I see" He mused, steepling his hands.

It really wasn't just about impatience, I just wanted to know where I stood. Whether there was hope, or if I should succumb and immerse myself to the depths of my fate. Because anything otherwise, was as stupid as fighting death. It was simply pointless.

He shifted in his chair again and opened his mouth to say something, only to shut it just as quickly.

Whatever he wanted to say must be either important that he doesn't know how to say it, or stupid that he feels it's beneath him to say.

I reclined to my seat, not wanting to push him too hard, lest he snaps. We just worked to establish a common ground and I didn't want to be the one to ruin things, so I sat in silence. Willing myself to be patient, even when I wanted to put my arms on shoulders and shake those words out of him.