He looks at me with hungry eyes,doing a terrible job at hiding his lack of confidence.
''Whom do you trust?''
-I trust myself of course.
''No one else?''
''Then you're potentially dangerous, aren't you?''
-One may never know.
But in that situation.. it wasn't my fault..
''Silence. You're posing. Playing. You've never been a victim a day in your life and you're posing as some cat. You expect me to believe you?''
I'm smilling, a particular type of smile.
-Depends. Do you?
''You're driving everybody mad near you, and you know it.Including me.''
''I bet you are.''
''Then show me who you are. Do it. Dominate.''
-Not my style. I refuse.
''I knew you will.''
''It's getting harder and harder for me to have you near me and to hide my weakness, everybody is laughing at me''
''They think.. imagine things. They see how I act like some fool.''
I could have blinked. But no expression existed on my face. I was watching the show. Or him breaking apart, more exactly.
He knew it, i knew it. He was the victim all along.
What a terrible thing to feel for a man in his position, yet so amusing to myself.