VIII: Mr. President, Are You Fine?

It's almost ten in the evening and Dylan is still up staring at his phone's black screen, reflecting his handsome features.

For some reason, he feels somehow uneasiness inside of him.

At the moment, he's arguing with himself whether he should call or at least send Ulysses a chat.

The fact that Ulysses is sick and is living alone in an almost dilapidated state apartment makes him wonder if he's fine by himself. But the thought that he might be fast asleep by now makes him hesitate.

He let out a deep sigh and buries his face on his pillow. Why is he worrying too much? He's been living alone for four years now. In those four long years, this isn't the first time that he's sick, right?

But what is it that made him worry over Ulysses? Well, it's because of what he discovered after he walks him home.

"You're getting farther from your house." Ulysses said when they took another turn away from the main road. "You can go now. You don't have to accompany me anymore."

"Nah