I asked Porter to sit on the dining table. He was quiet while we were inside Elliot’s house. It’s as if he’s in his deep thoughts or something. He’s looking down his fiddled fingers with his piercing stare.
I opened the fridge and reluctantly looked at Porter. “Do you want water?” I asked him silently.
He slowly turned to me before shaking his head. He doesn’t want water. But I need one so I’m going to get one.
I took one bottle of Elliot’s unending supply of sparkling water before walking towards the table and sitting across Porter. He’s still not looking at me and I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing because right now, I can’t see his eyes and I can’t read what he’s thinking.
I opened the bottle of sparkling water and drank from it. I shut my eyes as I swallowed the liquid.
