Chapter 9: Reading Danger
He waited for me a few feet outside my door. His face was still blank, and he'd shoved his hands into his pockets.
"Look. I don't want any trouble with you okay. I'm sorry for snapping at you just now. All I want is for us to part on good terms." I said simply with a smile.
He just scoffed. "And what about what I want?" He asked. "Why is everything always about what you want?" He continued.
"Alright fine. What do you want?" I asked him.
"I just want to read your report that's all." He said.
"Really? You really came all this way to read my dumb report?" I asked skeptically.
He nodded. "Well I was under the impression that I would be in it.....and...I felt a little guilty about how things went down between us back at the arena. I-I'm really sorry about the things I said and did when you interviewed me. I had so much on my mind, but that's not an excuse. I also want us to be okay with each other." He said as he averted his eyes to the ground.
I was shocked. I wasn't expecting him to even acknowledge what happened at the arena anymore, let alone apologize. But I snapped out of it as I remembered the other verison I'd written.
"You know, I have two versions...of the report I mean." He looked up at me when I said that. "I wrote one version including your interview and another without. If I'm being honest, the one with your interview is definitely the better version. You can read that one if you want." I said as I cleared my throat.
He grinned then as he narrowed his eyes at me, "why'd you write two versions you sneak," he teased, "thought you said I took back permission after our fight."
"I can always delete it." I shrugged.
His eyes widened. "Don't even try me! Let me read it."
We went back into my room and I gave him the copy to read. I couldn't read his expression as he scrolled through it. It was almost 12 pages so at one point I just flopped back on my bed and waited for him to finish.
I was following the swirly design on the canopy over my bed when I heard Danger say "wow!"
I sat up and looked at him as he handed me back my digital pad. "Well? How was it?" I asked hesitantly.
"That was a lot of words." He began. I rolled my eyes but he didn't stop there. "It was amazing. I can't even imagine all the shit that went into researching all of that. And...the ending, thanks for not making me look like an ass." He said sheepishly.
"I'm glad you liked it." I said with a smile. "How are the ribs by the way?" I asked. He just shrugged.
"All healed up. Deeades don't stay down for long." He said.
"Do all Deeades heal at the same rate?" I question and he cocked an eyebrow.
"Is this another interview?" He asked, a smile tugging at his lips.
I let out a breath of laughter. "I'm just curious. I'm not close to any Deeades so I never really had the courage to ask." I admitted.
"Oh, so you consider us close then," he said now full on smiling.
I just groaned and flopped back on my bed again. "Why are you so difficult?" I whined. And he just laughed.
"No we don't all heal at the same rate. It depends a lot on your physical health. If you're really young or super old, you'll usually heal a bit slower too, but overall we all heal faster than elites and domovians. There. Happy?"
"Yes, thank you. Now can I ask you something else?" I said sneaking a glance at him. He was on the edge of my bed but he turned his body a bit so he was facing me. He just nodded.
"Are you going to keep fighting?" I bit the inside of my cheek after I asked that.
And he just shook his head, "no."
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