"Here, let me handle the gas this time"
"No. You can't"
"Why not?"
And an old goof called him for help; 'guess I won't get my answer unless I try it myself. While he was away, I pulled out the gun gas but the trigger wouldn't move. I tried several times until I brought myself to read the instructions... kay... so... I have to put a credit or debit first. Alright... Dear friend was still away helping old goof, so might as well..
He came back. I filled about 30L. He stared at the machine, then at me with the gun gas. His expression shifted from neutral to some kind of ... disbelief, anger, revulsion and.. internal pain? "WHY the FUCK did you do that?!" "Oh Idk, maybe because we need gas to roll?"
He ignored me the rest of the evening. Sometimes he would stare at me with an air of "fuck you're stupid for having done that" but he was too angry to explain somehow.
At his house, he went toilet then straight to bed, while pretending I wasn't there. So I went to take a shower and I stayed there for a couple of minutes more than necessary.
... Should I sleep on the sofa tonight? Maybe I'm over thinking. Honestly, this is nothing. I pay the gas, dude gets angry for no reason, why should I let it influence my good night of sleep? still 6h left.
So I slide on the bed next to him slowly not to wake him up. But apparently, he was awake already, as he grunted then turned his back to me. Is he really that mad for such a trivial matter? Somehow I had hard time sleeping that night. When I woke up in the morning, I kinda hoped the night would've helped him get cleared of all emotional issues he had on me. Nope. Looks like I'm still a stranger. I don't even know why I tried to engage a conversation with him, I hate being ignored.
I'm tired. I'll leave him like that. I won't even say good bye.
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