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Chapter 3: You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
Kutner didn't know what it was about Thirteen. Something about her made him want to open up. Maybe it was because she wouldn't.
He felt comfortable around Thirteen. He felt like he wouldn't be judged, though he knew she was probably judging him with every word he said. He felt like he could say anything around her, even if she didn't say anything back.
He was to the point now where he would consider Thirteen a friend, even though he wasn't sure if she considered him one. He hadn't told anyone about his parents since he'd graduated high school and moved out, but he hadn't hesitated to tell her. He didn't quite know why.
It was a good feeling though, being able to tell someone everything and knowing they wouldn't tell anyone else. If there was one thing Thirteen was good at, it was keeping secrets. Maybe that was why it was. Kutner knew that Thirteen understood, that there were some things you just didn't want everyone to know about yourself.
That was why, sitting in the MRI room, Kutner was going on and on, not because he had anything to talk about. Mostly just because he preferred not to sit in silence, and Thirteen didn't seem up to a conversation right now.
He didn't think she was even listening today, so he was more talking to himself than anything. He didn't really care. Who wanted to just sit in silence, anyway?
It was times like these that Kutner loved, just sitting and talking. They'd had an interesting talk about a week ago while monitoring the sleep lab. That was when Kutner had learned that Thirteen was unhappy with her life. That was the most she'd ever let slip, and since then she'd been very careful what she told him.
"What?" she finally asked. "Sorry, I'm having trouble concentrating today."
"Maybe it's because you haven't slept for three days straight," Kutner suggested.
"No, that's not it," Thirteen sighed.
"So, you know what it is?" Kutner asked.
Thirteen nodded.
"And you're not going to do anything about it?" Kutner asked.
"Nothing I can do," Thirteen answered shortly.
Kutner, knowing any further questioning would be useless, shrugged and turned his attention to the MRI.