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Methis POV

I stood by the door, staring awkwardly at him as he stared back, begging him to say something, anything at all to break this silence.

"You look..." I paused, unsure of what to say, "Good."

He smiled, "Yes, well apparently the black eye looks good on me, I haven't gotten so much attention since when I pooped my pants in the third grade."

I remained silent for a moment, looking at him confused while he smiled back."It's a joke Methis." He said, noticing my confusion, "It's a joke."

"Oh," I replied, chuckling nervously, grateful that he had at least made an attempt to cut out the tension in the air between us.

"So." He said quietly.

"So, Sophia isn't home?"

He shook his head, "No, she went out to get some groceries."

"Wanna talk about what happened?" I asked, quietly, trying to maintain eye contact. Awkward conversations like this weren't my strong suit.

Thankfully, he seemed to recognize this. "Yeah, I would rather we take a walk."

I looked up at him gratefully, "Really?"

"Ye