I halted in my tracks, taken aback by his question that I had to repeat in my subconscious. "Did you ever think of me while with Trevor?"
He also paused walking and stared at me. I couldn't guess what emotions his stare was supposed to project, probably, he was waiting for an answer.
I played with my fingers nervously. "I really don't know Triton. I really don't."
He inhaled deeply before grabbing the stick which he had dropped on the floor.
"Let's keep going. It's silly for me to even ask such a question."
He stretched out a hand to me. "Should I still carry you on my back or are you strong enough now?"
I didn't hesitate before responding with "no". There was already enough awkwardness hanging in the air.
For some reason, I felt like there was some unresolved tension between us. Why did he want to know if I thought of him while with Trevor?
Could he have been thinking of me as well?
If he thought of me, what could it be?
