On the other side of the wall, Dylan was now sitting beside Darren with concern reflecting through his eyes. He had long been staring at his best friend's face as if trying to find something from his expressions but couldn't do so.
"Does it hurt?"
This was the nth time Dylan had asked the same question as his eyes lingered on the bandage around Darren's head that made his heart tighten.
Darren was exasperated after answering the same question repeatedly and yet, he still opted to patiently say, "No, it's fine now! Stop worrying about me."
Even though Darren was trying to comfort him, the other idiot was not getting any comfort at all. Even worse, every time Darren told him to now worry, Dylan's eyes would lose the luster. As if someone was pushing him further into the darkness. He couldn't help it, he just couldn't look at his best friend like this. It was really painful!
