Brotherly Love

He looked sideways at Ganja, completely unsure of what emotion his expression would portray. This was... weird. His speedy retreat slowled to a meandering walk, and finally to a stop while he tried to think of what to say. What did he want to talk about? Or did he just want to... Talk? To someone, anything. Being alone was cool, but being lonely sucked. "Do you guys hate me?" he blurted out. Eugh, where had that come from? He opened his mouth to take it back, to make some kind of joke about it it. Maybe he could say 'Good, because you ought to,' or 'Heres to hoping right?' or 'Its only fair to return the favor, you know.' And he wanted to say it only his throat had closed with fear. Maybe he ought to leave. Maybe he could sneak away and go somewhere else, so once Ganja admitted they all hated him, he'd have a good reason. Yeah, that was probably what he'd been going for.