"If you don't want me to die, does that mean you want to stop yourself from destroying the world?"
Unfortunately, their earlier conversation had been interrupted by the rather pressing need to eat dinner. Blake had been willing to postpone the discussion, especially since Myles had finally agreed to let him go and finish preparing the chicken soup.
However, now that they were sitting together at the table, eating, the question had returned to haunt him.
Blake held his spoon between his fingers, staring at the soup.
Myles remained silent.
"..."
Blake glanced at him, but nothing...
He lowered his eyes again, letting out a small grunt before stuffing his mouth with another piece of bread and a spoonful of soup.
'Honestly, what's with him?'
It wasn't as though Blake expected Myles to suddenly pour his heart out over dinner.
