Winter felt guilty about his plans of using Blue when Blue had bigger life problems to handle. Imagine dealing with pheromone disorder while still having to deal with him, who was a total pain in the ass.
"I am fine. And I didn't tell you that so you could pity me." Blue suddenly spoke with a harsh tone, behaving like his usual rude self.
'Then why did you tell me?' Winter thought. 'Is it because you trust me?'
Immediately Winter had that thought, it was debunked by another thought.
'He doesn't even like me.'
With that thought came an odd melancholic feeling in Winter. Blue didn't even like him. Blue didn't even trust him. So why did Blue tell him about such a personal matter?
Why did—
"It's because I need your help." Blue said, answering Winter's thoughts before he could even think of them.
Winter's jaw dropped.
"N-Need my help?" Winter repeated with an astounded tone.
