Forever Ball

A few seconds later, Cain is still avoiding our eyes and the conversation.

“Who decorated this place? It lacks personality,” he mutters, making me close my eyes and take a deep breath.

"I did," Ash answers, looking at Cain with a smile, as if he finds him amusing, "So, getting back to the topic..."

"I don't hate you either," he says, returning to the topic all by himself, thankfully, "You're okay."

"Cain," I growl, but Ash squeezes my hand to stop me, "No, I don’t want to leave this hanging. Cain, I know it's hard for you to talk about feelings, but it's necessary. We have to be..."

"A ball, I got it," Cain says and laughs, "I'll be a ball with you guys, don't worry."

"Do you understand that I love you the same way I love Asheron? Do you understand he’s saying he cares about you?” I push. Cain nods, but I can see he doesn't fully believe it. I close my eyes and sigh, "No, this is never going to work. Forget it.”

"Georgie," Cain says when I try to get up from the table, looking at me