Silence, sweat, the smell of alcohol. Abandonment, sadness.
"Ronald Knox, where have you been?"
The face, concern, but not needed. Heat. Excitement.
"No where, senpai."
Groggy words, a killer hangover. 'What did I do last night?'
"You smell like 'that demon', Ronald."
Just a tap, that's all it was, wasn't it? Just a tap on the elbow.
"I didn't even see him, Senpai."
That echo. It feels like a lie. Is it? What did I do? I didn't touch it, did I?
"Don't lie, Ronald Knox. You know I hate it when you lie."
Can it happen from just a touch? Why didn't I pay attention to that in school?
"I wouldn't lie, senpai."
Nerves. Anxiousness. Will he believe me?
"…I'll trust you this time."
He'll be watching closely.
