Following Me
Harker closed his mouth and pursed his lips. It would feel like lying if he denied the fact that he and Hanker were the same. But he doesn't want to make things worse for Roland.
He doesn't want the tension between them to get even worse, and he certainly doesn't want to lose their friendship that spanned for more than a decade.
In the eyes of immortals and monsters, that amount of time was nothing. But it was everything to Harker. He was his first and longest friend, and they probably know each other like the back of their hand by now.
He couldn't always tell what Roland was thinking, but he can still notice things that others couldn't.
He could tell that Roland wasn't just angry, and that he wasn't angry with him. Nor at Hanker.
He was angry with himself, and he was scared.
"Roland….. I need to know what happened. Please tell me. Then….. Then we could drop it and move on."
His best friend looked unsure, then he…..