Jack walked into the room through the open door and stopped at the sight of me.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes." I said, shaking my head as if to dispel the uncanny residual feel of the.... What was it called?
"Are you sure?" The worry on his face meant nothing to me. It was normal. Like him.
Like me, too. Well--
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Are you really okay?"
He just stood there, waiting. I felt the anger well up inside me.
But, I didn't hate him. Not this one.
And hate was bad.
Evan walked past the door, paused for a moment, and walked through the door like Jack had. Then he grabbed Jack by the wrist and pulled Jack away with him.
I went back to thinking.