Chapter 49

"I got my fingers on Zombie Down III, if you're still interested. Sorry, my room's a mess," Adam picked up some littering pants, boxers, and shirts and shoved them into the laundry basket next to the bathroom door. "Been challenged with having to figure out what to put on lately. Please sit. Can I offer you something?"

"No, I'm fi-fine."

"Gianna said you won't be hanging out with us tonight, why not?"

"I'm not fe-feeling too well."

"What's wrong?" He sat on the chair in front of his laptop, so concerned that Mimie would've thought it genuine.

"Like you care."

"Huh? What do you mean by 'like I care'? If I didn't I wouldn't bother asking. You are the one slipping off of me every time I want to care."

Mimie looked away to better blink off her tears. He was victimizing himself again as usual. To cut the reason for her visit relatively short, Mimie nailed her gaze on the thick grey rug where her dressed up feet laid. "Can we-we conclude on our st-status now?"

Adam pondered after wiping awa