"Did I hit the ghost?"
"Why are you still so willing to hear my story? Do you not find me strange?"
Larissa tipped her head. She smiled and pressed her finger to Jerrod's brows. "Didn't I tell you I'd be willing to listen?" she asked. She gently massages it to ease it from furrowing. "I'll try to help. If there is something I can do, let me know about it."
"People will always say that, but they judge me anyway." he grumbled. He pushed Larissa's hand off his face, and he lay down on the couch, squeezing himself against Larissa's back, making her sit on the edge. "Regardless, you will still hate me in the end."
Larissa clicked her tongue, but then she let Jerrod lie on the couch while she balanced herself by sitting in the small space of the couch.
"Why do you say so?"