Flip the Coin [BL] Chapter 262. Insecure

That was the first night I didn’t sleep well since coming here.

I opened my eyes, not feeling myself being held, and I also didn’t hear the shower, indicating that Henry was near.

It was silent—so silent that it was as if I was utterly alone.

I turned my head a bit too hastily to look for Henry when I saw him sitting on his bed, staring at sideways while holding his legs, with his head on his knees.

It looked strange with a body as big as his, but more importantly, having soone staring at you without making a sound nearly scared the life out of .

"Fuck, you scared ." At least now I am awake.

I stood up and groggily walked to the closet; if I had seen it right, today we would again have so running on the track field, and I am not going to shower twice if I have to do so later anyway.

The closet was on the sa wall as Henry’s bed, while on my side was the door to the bathroom.

I opened the closet and froze.

No one stuck to , no ’good morning’, nothing.

I leaned back to look at Henry, eting his eyes.

"Good morning?"

"Kenny?" He asked, looking expressionless.

"Yeah?"

"Kenny?" He repeated.

"What’s wrong with you?" I stepped back and ca to his side.

He spread his arms out to , and I ca closer so that he could hug my waist and burrow his head in my stomach.

I stroked his hair.

"Did sothing happen?"

"I had a bad dream."

I looked at the black fur under my hand.

That must have been a really crappy dream if he didn’t whine to first thing after waking up.

Or maybe I was just too accustod to him behaving like a kid. The more ti we spent together, the more he really seed to want to relive his childhood.

Well, his childhood was shitty... I swallowed down the bout of guilt, knowing that this guilt was sothing with which I had to live now.

When I think about it... I also only dread so bullshit together; first the crystal figure, then the giant... fuck.

I thought that by ’separating’ myself from the giant and having my power divided through the table in my mind, I would get rid of him.

Now I was even dreaming of becoming him.

"You are awake now. That’s all that matters." I told him, and myself as well.

He nodded but didn’t let go of . I looked at my wrist, but I hadn’t put on the smartwatch, so I had no idea what ti it was.

Anyway. Now that it was confird that nobody cared about what we were doing, which could be seen in the lack of consequences for coming late to lessons, beating up people, threatening a supervisor, and destroying her phone, we didn’t have to hurry.

Yesterday, after destroying the bathroom and cuddling an optimistic dog, I threatened Henry with throwing him out of my bed in the future if he cleaned up the bathroom alone.

So that was another task for today: getting the bathroom usable again. Should I ask the nurses for a new mirror?

And I still hadn’t received my new ankle monitor, so I could go and buy a mirror myself or teleport sowhere else, as long as I could do so without surveillance.

I saw Henry’s hand sneaking up, his head still unmoved against my stomach.

I raised my eyebrows, asking myself what he was doing when his finger landed on my chest, and he tapped against my skin twice.

Chuckling, I tried to reciprocate his gesture, but when I tried to peel him off to be able to reach his chest, he stuck to like glue, not letting go.

I needed to twist my arm under his arms to sohow reach his chest and tap twice.

Henry’s hold loosened a bit after I finished, and I felt him relax sowhat.

"You can tell ," I said, again combing through his hair.

"Do you have problems with your mory?" He asked.

That was random.

"I don’t know."

"How about the headaches?"

"Did sothing happen? Did I do sothing?" I was reminded of the screaming that even haunted in my dreams; no idea why.

"Does your head hurt?" Henry asked again.

"Right now? No."

"Mhm." His hold on tightened again.

"What’s wrong?" I asked, but he didn’t answer.

Well, he hadn’t forced to explain anything until now, so the least I could do was the sa and just give silent support.

Though, I think I know of a way to cheer him up.

"So... because I didn’t want to steal your collar, I made money..."

Henry’s head abruptly turned up, his eyes fixating on .

"You did?"

"Yeah. I didn’t understand their currency, but I could piece it together sohow. I went to play the cup ga with the ball, you know."

"The three cups that they move around?" Henry’s complexion brightened.

"Mhm, so I played that and won continuously; the guy grew increasingly unhappy." I shrugged and chuckled.

"I bet you looked so cool while doing that. Did he do sothing to you?"

"Nah, I sneaked away when his patience ran out and went to buy it."

I touched the beauty mark under his eye, and he leaned into my touch like an adorable puppy.

Though I had found his mole a bit... gay... at the beginning, it was ultimately a mark—proof of his beauty. I liked it more the more I looked at it.

"Better now that you’ve heard about the troubles I went through to get you your present?" I asked.

"Yeah. Let’s go," Henry mumbled, still clinging to until a while later when he finally stood up to change his clothes.

I did the sa, and we went to eat breakfast.

Chelsea asked if I was okay again and explained that they had agreed to board the water tanks yesterday because the supervisor woman promised them it would be the last ti; they just needed to try, blablabla.

I nodded, my attention on Henry, who constantly looked at , his gaze riddled with insecurity.

I had no idea what I had done, but he seed to be greatly influenced by it.

Did I smack him or curse at him during my sleep?

Or... did I do sothing that I then erased from my mories?

Fuck. Maybe I should really talk to Dr. Lawrence; the headaches, the fever, this vision that was creepy enough to turn into strange nightmares... I don’t want to lose my mind, and it seed that bloodletting wasn’t the answer.

I can understand that my body and brain struggle with the trendous new power and the countless mories I had received, as the giant seed to have lived for a few hundred years—but there must be a way for to keep it together.

Can’t let this shit destroy .

I knew then, and I know now, that killing one’s counterpart had never been the answer because my common sense told from the beginning that killing sothing that was part of you would be wrong. Just as cutting off your arm was wrong—who would even think that would be a good idea?

But the universe had to cut so slack—I didn’t kill the giant because I wanted his power or just because I was so fucking bored, but because he posed a threat to and any world I’d have been in.

I am sure I wouldn’t be suffering from all these if I had rged peacefully with him like Henry did with his shadow, but would the giant have submitted himself if he wasn’t even in his right mind?

I chuckled.

Yeah, sure.

No way.