There was so much to say, yet Bennett could not find the time to say them. He looked down at his pink haired friend who was tapping away at her phone next to him on the couch. She's probably talking to Mercy. She's busy with that, wouldn't want to unload. Maybe he would tell her tomorrow. The last thing he wanted to do was ruin her good night off.

His eyes moved back to the tv. Bennett didn't remember what the movie was about, nor could he even begin to comprehend what was currently happening. It was much easier to fantasize about to peacefully fade away without consequences. How great would that be, he thought, to be able to slip away and leave his emotional baggage behind. No more being terrified of others, no more constant worrying about what he said, no more stress of having to live. It was heavenly.

Nobody could help Bennett and he knew it. He was too smart for that. His last therapist told him to talk about his problems more, but why? Why would he burden others with his bullshit? He couldn't do that to someone. This was HIS problem and he had to deal with it. It didn't matter if someone else wanted to help, they couldn't. There was nothing anybody in the world could say that would fix him.

Ben let his head loll back onto the couch and he stared deeply into the ceiling tiles. Now that wasn't true. He wasn't unfixable. There were people willing enough to help him out. All he had to do was ask-

He subconsciously frowned at that thought. There it was again. The asking for help. The one thing he despised doing. Why would anybody want to listen to him of all people. All that came out of his mouth was stupid bullshit and sarcastic remarks. Would anybody even listen if he called for help? Wasn't it obvious he was struggling? They're probably choosing to ignore him. Understandable, he wouldn't want to listen to him either. All his whiny ass did was complain anyways.

"Whatcha watchin' up there?"

Kaoris harsh tone snapped him out of his self loathing. His head whipped up to face her. How long had she been staring?

"Nothin'. Zoned out." He lied with a blank stare. Usually he was better at lying, but she had caught him off guard.

"Yous always doin' that…" She sneered back. The look on her face said all, she had already sniffed out his lie. "You've been actin' all sulky all day. What's your issue?"

"I said it was nothin'. I'm just tired."

Why did he keep lying?

This was his one chance to get everything out. The words that had been haunting him constricted his throat, making it impossible to say anything. He can't. He just can't tell her. It was too hard.

"Right." She feigned an annoyed eye-roll and focused back on the tv. "If you ever figure out why you're upset, you can go ahead and tell me."

"Mhm." His face scrunched up in irritation. There was no point. There was too much to be said.