The Birds And The Bees

"Who is there?" 

In the dim, dark quiet, the gruff coarseness of his voice was like a grater to the silence.

"I spilled the orange drink accidentally," He said, his empty casualness always so off-kilter to the reality of the moment. "There are small tiny creatures crawling all over me now that I can't see. They're very fast."

Even when the doors and windows tightly shut, it wasn't as if the barn was completely shrouded in darkness. A little bit of light would still seep in, I made sure of it… for his convenience, just like with the makeshift bed of hay, and why I didn't just make do with him feeding him the barest of scraps too. All for his convenience, not that he deserves it. But his body was human, and as such, I have to treat him as such… like it or not.

"I put the tray to the side," there was a blur of movement at the far end, I think he was pointing at where he placed it. "The empty drink too. You came to clean it now, right?"