Chapter 127
He carries me through to the living room and sets me down on the sofa. Turning to face me, he seems to sober up. This worries me. It looks like I'm in trouble.
"Vince." I flinch away subconsciously. He looks hurt.
"Sorry." I murmur.
"You don't need to be sorry." He puts a hand on my knee. "Vince, we need to talk."
"We don't, Howard, I-"
"We do, Vince." He says, looking stern. After he sits there for a few minutes, just looking at me, the stern look disappears and is replaced by a softer one. "You have to stop doing this to yourself. You have to stop bottling up all of your emotions and keeping them inside. It's not good for you."
"I'm fine, Howard."
"No, you're not. You need to start talking to someone when there's something bothering you. We're all here for you, and we all care. You know you can always talk to us whenever you need to."
"I know."
"Will you, though?"
"Yes."
"Do you promise? That you'll come and find someone to talk to when you feel upset or anything?"
"Yes."
"Alright. I'll hold you to that, though." He says, smiling at me.
"I bet you will." I say, rolling my eyes at him.