"Was it all bad?" He asks before shoving a bite as big as my head of burger into his mouth.
I try to go over the course of our weird night and finally get what he means. "My childhood?" he nods. "Not looking back now but, it wasn't great. I'm could, but not gonna pull a bunch of crap and blame it on abuse or mommy didn't love me enough but no what's the point. It was what it was, my dad is who he is a well know doctor top of his field. My mother is the gala queen and saint of all church functions. They gave a damn when it was socially called for and well," what else can I do but shrug and take another bite of my veggie burger. I shrug my shoulders and actually look at him again.
Gray, his eyes are gray. Funny how that was my goal for so long. Now I just want the sparkle. The shining blue. A silent damning and a quick prayer to that bitch karma, please let me fix this shit.