"Taylor" he called him.
The idea of losing to a best friend over a fateful and sensitive position was difficult, with an unfamiliar sense of alienation and threat.
Taylor, who had repeatedly turned a blind eye to him, for a while, resolved to ignore him, hardened by the way he fearlessly poked him while teasing.
"Taylor!" He repeated tirelessly, stubbornly.
He gave him a sharp and resentful look.
He was almost sure that he had seen his lifeless corpse in the imagination of his head, but he pretended not to see it.
His moods for Taylor were dangerous and about to spiral out of control and he seemed embarrassed by the congestion of his veins.
However, he pulled himself together and tried to ease the pressure.
"You don't want me to punch you, do you?"
"Stop being so silly. Look, Mark and Melissa got 4th place and she's super excited now! don't be sullen»