---Ike's pov---

I pressed slightly closer to Firkle, and he once again tried to push further back against the couch arm.

Key word is 'tried,' he didn't succeed.

I narrowed my eyes, "Aren't you going to say something?"

Firkle just looked at me, seemingly confused and probably uncomfortable.

He opened his mouth slightly again, but then closed it almost as soon as he opened it.

Why won't he just talk to me?

I leaned even closer to Firkle this time he didn't even try to lean away from me.

Our noses were touching.

"Why won't you just talk to me?" I whisper.

He stares at me.

"Why should I?" His voice still soft and weak.

"I... I just want you to talk to me."

He looks at me. His eyes not softening at my statement.

"I don't have anything to say," he said simply, "If I don't have anything to say, why would I say anything?"

I wasn't even sure how to reply to that.

"..."

"Why do you want to be friends so badly?"

"...." I opened my mouth slightly. Then, I shut it again. I don't know what to say to that.

"Y'know, for someone who wants me to talk so much, you don't say a lot."

Then he smiled at me.