Luke practically face planted in the pillow and didn’t fancy getting back up for a long time. He glanced up at Faith wondering if it was okay to speak directly to her without her trying to murder him. “Faith, please feel free to take the first shower. I think we all need to relax a bit and have a chat. Hopefully a hot shower will make us all feel a bit better,” he said softly. “Thank you,” she responded. Luke watched as she gathered a few towels from the cupboard and made her way to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Luke placed his face on his pillow to muffle his screams of frustration. “Man, you really screwed up. What did you do to her? You lost your temper with her, didn’t you! Oh my God, you won’t get anywhere being a prick. You of all people should know that,” Ted scolded. “Yep, you’re right once again. I’m a horrible person. How on Earth I thought someone like her, or anyone at all for that matter, would ever love me is beyond comprehension.” “Luke, man up and face your fears,”
