I waited until I grew tired enough to fall enough to fall asleep against the railing that led up the steps. For a brief moment, I enjoyed a dreamless rest until I was unfortunately disturbed. A nearby noise caught my attention and I knew someone was close without even seeing them.
“Sorry I'm late. Got into some shit for leaving so late at night.” Darek said as he looked obviously annoyed and irritated.
“Oh, okay. I was starting to think that you'd forgotten.”
“About you? I don't think so.” He smiled despite his sour mood.
“Right. Do you have the work that was assigned earlier?”
“Yeah, but I don't see how you'd care about something like this or even why you find it perfectly fine to sleep outside when it's this cold out.”
“Both are what I find to be tolerable solutions to the current situation.”
“So you're tired and bored? That makes two of us.”
I gave him a glare that probably wasn't that effective because of how tired I was. He, however, seemed to take the hint and handed over the numerous papers without any more reluctance. Looking them over, I noticed numbers near the top of the page.
“What is this supposed to be?” I asked cynically.
“My number, in case you ever you got bored again. Or if you wanted to talk. I won't mind.” He smiled brightly again.
For a moment, I almost felt repulsed by his happiness for some reason. I stood up and brushed the snow off of my pants, careful not to get any of it onto the papers.
“Thank you. Goodnight.” I said in an awkward tone.
“You seem stressed, is everything alright?”
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
“It looks like you haven't eaten or slept since we talked last.”
“It's nothing.” I turned my back to him.
“If you say so. Just don't forget to take care of yourself.”
“I don't need anyone to remind me of that.”
“Well, I'm glad you won't forget, then.”
“Tsk, this is pointless. Is there anything else you want?” I said, growing rather frustrated with him.
“Do your hands still hurt?”
“Uh, they were cut up on that day we had to do that project, remember?”
“Oh. Right. I haven't really noticed anything different.”
“Mind if I take a look?”
“Of course I would mind, why would I ever let someone like-” I had to stop myself from saying that same supposedly hurtful thing from before.
While I was dwelling in the thought of what else I was possibly doing wrong, I noticed that he now stood in front of me, one of my hands were in both of his. I hated to admit that it was comforting feeling the warmth.
“I know, I know. Someone like me.” He said in a tone which mocked my own.
“You also know that I don't like contact.” I mumbled.
“These cuts should be covered up.”
“Don't ignore me.”
“If you really didn't like it, then you would've pulled away by now.” He smiled innocently.