Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 237. Never (by All the luck in the world)

Henry’s POV

While hugging Kenny, I placed my head against his neck, breathing in his scent combined with the shower gel and shampoo that I had used as well.

My fingertips still trembled slightly, and my feelings were all over the place as I couldn’t fathom the exhilaration I experienced at Kenny’s words. He wasn’t just speaking up for me; he declared his ownership, this time clearer than it could ever be.

Ahhh, I am so happy I could die.

"Are you gay?" The flustered yet also indignant voice of that red-haired woman, way too loud and way too shrill, threw me back into the abyss.

I could feel the stares of the people in the packed dining room, and I noticed Kenny’s muscles tightening.

No. That dumb bitch, not knowing what could be said and what could not, had no idea what she had done to me at this very moment, especially when Kenny’s hand landed on my chest and he forced me to let go of him. I watched his face turn pissed beyond words, still not matching my own fury.

"No." He growled angrily.

What should I do if he withdrew from me now?

What if he didn’t let me hug him anymore?

I turned my head, watching the people staring at us, and laughed darkly. Taking my full bowl of hot soup, I flicked it in the red-haired woman’s direction without letting go of the bowl.

"Never heard of ’best friends’? Wash your dirty mind."

Chelsea jolted before laughing, while Harry and Anti-Guy sprang away from the table. Red-Hair breathed rapidly, still shocked, with her hands raised, looking at her white shirt that soon became see-through, her skin reddening as well.

"WHY??" She covered herself the next moment before standing up and hurriedly leaving, while Kenny broke into a smile and started eating.

However, it soon faded when he heard a few guys in our vicinity laughing. It was the skinny guy and his friends, and I heard words like "gay" and "bite marks," sending me into anxiousness to no end, my hand wrapping itself in shadow, only going away when I suppressed it with all my might.

What if Kenny heard them?

I turned to them, a strange smile forming on my face.

"Do you guys also want some soup?"

That shut them up for now, and I peeked at Kenny; he was eating, not looking at me.

Damn it, DAMN IT, DAMN IT!

I didn’t dare to touch him again, while the rest of the day passed by in a blur, accompanied by me observing him closely and sending threatening looks to that skinny guy and his friends.

Kenny not once initiated contact with me, and I didn’t either. With every second passing, I wished more to have thrown the bowl along with that soup, to at least disfigure that ugly face.

Red-Hair didn’t dare to meet my gaze anymore.

Ha, where was this meek behavior while eating lunch?

If I couldn’t really harm her because Kenny would probably get angry, besides clearly holding a deep grudge against her, I should at least get her a new haircut.

Why did this happen? Was it something I overlooked? Should I have taken that girl aside and told her to go the other way when she saw me the moment her strange and, most of all, sudden fixation started?

If I was called gay in the past, even if it was a joke, I would have laughed it off because it was simply not true.

Now, I don’t care who calls me that, though the fact that it’s not true still remains; only Kenny can’t hear it.

He can’t be triggered into distancing himself again after we made so much progress, finally leaving the suspicions behind, and even kissed—though that altogether doesn’t make the least bit of sense.

But still, how come while I am thirsty for more, I now have to face the possibility of getting even less?

I shook my leg inside the group therapy, our last session for the day. I was agitated and nervous about everything, and it didn’t help that there was again that strange psychologist who provided messed-up assistance to her patients.

Again, she tried to brainwash everyone, portraying the center as something sublime amid the people talking.

I thought back on what Kenny said, that I would also be able to teleport. I really wish I would already be able to do so.

What if he teleported away from me? I have to be able to follow him.

What if he was leaving tonight after I fell asleep?

I’ll have to stay awake and watch him—well, it wouldn’t be the first night for me to do that.

Since coming to this center, Kenny has started to sleepwalk.

At first, I thought he was awake, but he didn’t say a word, suddenly making himself small, rolling into a ball on the floor, which nearly gave me a heart attack.

I ran to him, hugging him, but he pushed me away.

Then he stood up, threw himself to the side, froze, walked two steps, froze, threw himself to the right, fell on the floor again, then made himself small once more, and so on.

He repeated these actions, and because I knew not to wake sleepwalking people, I just watched him, once cushioning his body with mine when he nearly threw himself against the wall.

After multiple repetitions, he would call my name once, and when I appeared in front of him, he would hug me with his face wet from crying in absolute silence before he continued to sleep.

Damn, it was really a tumultuous first night, and the second one was just the same.

It was heartbreaking for him to call my name, standing there like a lost child in the middle of the room, looking as if he wouldn’t move even a step away from the spot he was in if I didn’t come to his side.

I could never bring myself to test it, always near when he was sleepwalking, but I am sure that he would wait for me there until morning if I didn’t appear.

Damn, that broke my heart; yet, it also gave me the security that he needed and wanted me.

Though I was initially more concerned and flustered by this dependency, of which I could only dream of in the past, what about now?

Would that be taken away from me?

I can’t go back to being a normal friend again—never.

After the lesson was finally over, again filled with gruesome stories that didn’t change from the ones we heard yesterday and a little journey into our imagination, killing our weaker selves—in which neither Kenny nor I took part—our eyes remained open; the day was done.

Already knowing that Kenny would surely skip dinner again, we took the elevator upstairs in silence, and I really couldn’t take it anymore.

"Praise me," I said, biting my lip when it came out more as a command.

Red eyes found me, their color so beautiful that my heart clenched, and I felt dizzy for a moment.

"I threw soup at that ugly one." I took a step closer to him and bowed my head.

"Praise me...please..." I whispered.

Don’t leave me; I don’t give a fuck about what anybody says except for you. So why can’t you do the same?

When I did not feel him coming closer immediately, I started to tremble, asking myself if it would be better to get rid of all the people acting out today.

If I brought their heads to my master’s feet, would I then get a pat and a warm hug?

If you ever tell me to go away, just know that I neither physically nor psychologically can; I just cannot do so.

"Look at me."

I raised my head, noticing that a bit of shadowy energy was oozing from my body, which instantly disappeared back inside me when I saw that Kenny had raised his arms.

Instantly hugging him tightly, I finally felt better again.

"You did a good job. Her face was priceless." He said with a smile as his hand combed through my hair.

I snuggled into the mold of his neck, breathing in the tantalizing scent that instantly calmed me down again.

"Did I do well?" I asked again like a broken record, so thirsty for his approval.

"You did well."

"Are you angry with me?"

"No, I am not."

"Can I touch you again?"

"Yeah."

"Will you touch me again?"

"Yes."

"Are we best friends?"

"Mhm, we are the bestest friends."

The elevator door opened, but neither of us moved.

"Will you leave me?" I whispered in his ear.

"Never."