(Wow. You're Nuts Man. INSANE. Ciao! Oh, Right. I'm Stuck.)

Korri POV

When I come into the kitchen a few hours later, I see Mars at the dining table with his head in his hands.

He sees me come in, and he stands up straight.

"Um, do you need anything?" he asks.

"Oh," I sit at the table in front of him. "No, I just wanted to talk to you."

"Um, what do you wanna talk about?"

"Why are you doing this? There MUST be some catch."

He looks away and mumbles, "The only catch is that I'm an emotional idiot with no common sense," he frowns. "I don't know why I did what I did, I just wanted to."

There is something he isn't telling me, so I ask, "But WHY did you want to?"

He stands, and looks away. "Because I screwed up," he whispers. "I screwed up bad."

"What did you screw up?"
He glares at me. "I killed someone, that's what I did."

And he leaves the room.

He had KILLED someone.

I'm not exactly sure what to do with that information.

I'm living with a murderer.

Then again, so is he.

After being told for years that you are the reason your sister nearly died, you believe it.

I wonder why, why, why again.

Mars, when you see him in a bad mood is terrifying and you will never forget it.