Chapter 133
I feel awful. I feel absolutely awful. You know those days where you just want to curl up in a corner and cry?
"How are you feeling today?" Naboo asks, interrupting my thoughts.
"I'm fine." I lie, giving my standard reply. I don't look at him, hoping he'll drop it. He doesn't, of course.
"Vince." He says sternly.
"I mean it, Naboo. I'm fine."
"You quite clearly aren't."
"I am."
"Vince-"
"Just leave it, Naboo, I'm fine." He studies me silently, not saying anything. I squirm uncomfortably under his gaze. When he continues to stay silent for several minutes, my patience snaps. "What?" I almost shout. I regret it almost instantly, knowing that that was what he expected. "Sorry, I…" I trail off, not sure what I'm about to say. Naboo still doesn't say anything. I sigh. "I just…I feel a bit rubbish today."
"What kind of rubbish?" He finally asks.
"Just a bit…" I struggle to find the right word. "A bit worn out. A bit tired."
"Did you get enough sleep last night?" When I don't answer, his expression becomes more concerned. "Did you sleep at all?"
"Yes." I reply, not meeting his gaze.
"The truth, Vincent." He says sternly.
"No." I mutter, still not looking at him.
"I've told you before, you'll make yourself ill." He says. I don't reply.