Finished A Night in the Woods

In what felt like no time, five minutes had passed, probably more. With that, the last stride of hope had left him and Carmin was ready to give up.

A defeated sigh escaped him along with his last ounce of hope. Following this were three rather depressing statements “I give up. It’s no use. We can go home now.”

That was right. He was stuck like that forever and any attempt of fighting it was completely pointless. He felt stupid for even considering a cure to be possible at this point. Now he just wanted to get home so he could cry into a pillow or something without anyone around to see it.

Carmin was too busy being a downer in his own head to realize that he'd never told Angelo where he lived. After having told him they could go home and then watching him head towards the dorms, Carmin basically assumed he had.

He was basically just lying there quietly in a gloomy trance until Angelo spoke up. When he did, Carmin's eyes opened a little wider and shifted up to try and see him better. Then he spoke in a rather ashamed tone. "Don't worry about it... I lied to you. I'm not sick. The flower was just to make me normal again." Carmin looked away when he finished talking.

Carmin more or less expected an awkward silence until they reached his dorm room. He certainly didn't expect Angelo to take it as lightly as he did. It was a good surprise though, well mostly.

Now he was faced with Angelo figuring out that he used to be human, and given the circumstances, Carmin felt it was unfit to lie about the matter here. "Yeah, up until I was twelve."
This was sort of a secret to Carmin but he felt he could trust Angelo to enough of a degree that it was fine to admit it.

Was Angelo no longer human? It seemed kind of possible in Carmin's head. There was the arm and those markings on his face. Did that mean he was a cyborg? Carmin was kind of curious about it, but decided not to ask.

When it came to talking about his problems, that was typically a topic Carmin avoided. It was just much easier to bury that stuff than to acknowledge it. But he was trying to be honest with Angelo so he opened up a little. "Um, well the scouts talked about it when they rescued me." After that, he just sort of went on acting like he'd always been that way. It was just easier that way.

"A therapist?" Carmin didn't sound overly interested in that suggestion, but as Angelo continued speaking, it didn't sound like such an outrageous idea after all. He began to realize that maybe Angelo understood his situation a little better than he'd originally suspected.

Hearing his next part about the lonely feeling that eats you hit a little too close to home. Typically Carmin tried to deny stuff like that getting to him, but Angelo just seemed to get it a little too right. He stayed quiet for a few seconds before responding. "Mhm..."

Trying to pretend everything was fine was clearly not working out, and it didn't look like he was going to be changing back to normal anytime soon, so perhaps Angelo was right. It was time to try something new. "I'll look into getting a therapist I guess."