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Kami
I paused my steps at his sigh and his words. Honestly, he was so confusing at times. Shaking my head, I hold the bandaging out to him. "Fine then. Here, help yourself." I say, examining him up and down with my gaze. Why did he seem... sad? That was not going to help us survive out here. Sadness made people unmotivated, and I wasn't skilled enough to work for the both of us to stay alive. I was a little sorry to be stuck with him. I could be employed right now- making money and living in some crappy little apartment in a town where no one knew my name or who I am. But here we were, camping out in a disgusting abandoned cabin and trying our best to not be thrown in prison. But he had saved me once- and for that, I truthfully owed him my own life. I knew I couldn't survive on my own any longer, and I liked to think that he needed me- or at the very least, my car.




