"So, Jason, what's your deal?"
"Don't really want to talk about it."
"Oh, c'mon! We'll be trapped in this house for three months. Might as well know each other!"
"It's better this way, Lych. The shallower the relationship, the safer you are."
Lych munched on his pasta loudly.
He flicked his fork in the air, wrist snapping with each motion. Sauce splattered the table.
He shoved another bite into his mouth. The chair scraped as he stood. He grabbed the bowl and turned sharply. Pasta slid over the edge.
He slammed the bowl onto the counter. The fork clattered beside it.
"That's boring. We don't have anything fun to do. We can either talk or f-ck."
"Or we can just sit in silence."
"Yeah, sure, I'll live the next three months living like a corpse."
"I am sorry that I dragged you into this, but there's only so much I can do."
"Boo!"
Lych froze mid-chew. Eyes narrowed. Fork still raised.
