Insanity

Arren felt so incredibly hungry that he could even finish three people's portions of food. He didn't know why that was—did the dream he had, consumed most of his energy last night? 

After thinking about it, he shrugged. Since he didn't remember, why would he force himself? Arren knew his nonchalant behavior was sometimes a pain in the ass and one that eventually gave him trouble, but he always believed that certain matters had a reason for it. 

He didn't remember the dream because he didn't want to remember it. He wasn't as naive as he seemed on the surface; more than that, he was so superior at acting oblivious that he could even deceive himself. 

He munched on his food deliciously as he raised his head, seeing Spade still watching him as he ate. 

"You don't want to eat more?" He cocked his head innocently and asked, there was still food squeezed in his cheek, making him look like a cute chipmunk.