He didn't sound alright, but Lydia knew that she really shouldn't pry. She had been told enough times in her life that it wasn't polite. That she didn't just have to know what everyone was thinking all of the time, or be privy too every small detail of their personal lives.
But this was Chris. He was her friend, or at least, she assumed he was. They spent so many nights chatting away or lazing around reading. He got annoyed at her for snoring or leaving her glasses in silly places (like anywhere they might be sat on or stepped on) but he had never told her that she should leave!
And he hadn't told her to leave him alone right now, so instead of dropping it, like a part of her told her she should, she scooted in closer, until the side of her body was pressed up against his, and her arm wrapped around his shoulders.
She stifled another yawn before she spoke again. "Okay, well, I am not alright. I think I need a hug." She didn't, really, but she thought that maybe he did.
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