115: still cold

Every other person, including Harry himself through Brian's anger wasn't going to last long and soon he would crawl back to his mother's bosom. Little did they know that his behaviour towards her will worsen over time. Now during dinner time, he always ate as quickly as he could, whilst declining every offer of his mother to serve him and immediately he was done he'd run off to his room. He completely avoided contact with his mom and even after she apologized to him, he still didn't budge. He kept up with the cold as ice energy and each time her face would flatten. Harry was begining to wonder if the young man knew something he didn't know so he decided to ask one evening while he was mobile games in his room.

Harry tapped on his laps, drawing his attention because his headphones were active.

He glanced up at him, arching his brows. "Yes?"

"I just wanted to ask why you were being cold towards Mom?" Harry asked him.

"I don't want to talk about it." He replied.

"You should, you know."

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