These thoughts went something like ---
"Maybe...Helios would be crying here."
But then, in my mind I felt like the President was glaring at me but not saying anything because, you know, he only talks to MJ and not even me. So I ditched that idea. You just don't do what the President doesn't want you to do. You just don't.
"I think they're going to have sex now."
Awkward silence between Helios, MJ, and me.
It's like I'm the most insensitive person in the world, thinking they can have sex right away. I can hear imaginary witnesses demanding that I respect MJ's need for space and time to heal.
Me: Okay, okay, I just thought it was a good idea---
Them: NO. YOU ARE A HORRIBLE PERSON FOR EVEN THINKING OF IT.
Me: Okay, okay, I got it.
So that's basically it. Just another random working day for yours truly.
P.S. I sound less like a lunatic when I'm not sick. Really!
P.P.S. Thanks to everyone who's already purchased and read Burn! I hope you liked it and are looking forward to Click!