Dameon POV: Amidst Eerie Whispers Of The Night

Len panicked and blurted out what was supposed to be an explanation to his act earlier as we approached the car, but it sounded like a jumble of words from how flustered he was. I patted his head as we rounded the corner of the street when I noticed a vending machine nearby.

I paused, rummaging through my pocket for spare change as I then bought a cold drink. It was now sometime between fall and spring, hence why not many people are having a cold drink and also why the drink felt more like a can of ice rather than a can of drink.

Nevertheless, the drink wasn't for consumption, rather, it was a replacement for the bag of ice I couldn't get from the cafe. Len seemed puzzled by my purchase as I then guided him back to the car.

"... Here, you can wrap this in tissues or a handkerchief and use it against your swollen eyes." I handed him the can before shutting the passenger side door.