Max POV
Okay. When I first got onto the bus, I was expecting peace and quiet. Charlie just loves proving me wrong.
"Hey Max," Fang walked into the back area of the bus where I was.
"Yeah?" I replied. Currently trying to calm Charlie down.
"Need some help?"
"Please."
Fang took Charlie from my arms and craddeled him in his own. Fang looked at me.
"Are you okay?" He asked. "From earlier?"
"Oh," I knew what he was talking about. The closterphobia issue. "I'm fine now," I tried. Apparently not enough.
Fang finished with CHarlie and he was out like a lighr. Fang placed him in a makeshift crib made out of pillows.
"Come here," he commanded. I obliged to his demand. Fang sat near the bed's edge, utting his arms around my back, burrying his head in my hair. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him close. He used this as a sign and held me tight. This was not the usual actions of Fang. Hmm.
"What's wrong?" I asked him.
"Nothing," He muffled through my hair. "Just tired."
"Then go to sleep."
"Only if you come with me."
"Okay, I could use a couple hours."
Fang pulled me with him to lie on the bed. "Good night." He mummbled, already starting to fall asleep. "You're okay now."
"I know." I replied. "I'm safe here."
Would you guys hate me if I ended it here?