Witness Protection [Vitale/Edgar]

Vitale felt like an idiot with Edgar’s humorous comment. He did not like being patted like some sort of innocent child, however he chose to ignore it even if his face showed disapproval towards a belittling treatment. Edgar was being nice to him overall, so he could pass that. “I don’t know, mister…”, Vitale said, scanning through the clothing section. His previous clothes were the clothes he wore ever since he ran from home, back when he was 13. Now, a young adult in his 18, of course those dirty, torn rags didn’t fit anymore considering the overuse and his own growth. Besides, this technology talk wasn’t his cup of tea, his ignorance made it hard to comprehend all functionalities Edgar was trying to teach and show. That and there was a palatable awkwardness in being pampered like a child. “Your clothes are already comfy enough. I mean, this is comfy… Do you think I should change looks?”

Vitale didn’t understand Edgar’s logic, but he didn’t object either. It felt strange, to be honest. Being pampered is a feeling he had long forgotten… There were some memories coming back when the detective mentioned something like “taking his life back”, but none were good enough. Still, not something worth dwelling on.

When the food came, his mouth got instantly watery. He adjusted his position in the couch and headed to the dining table, sitting. He honestly didn’t believe it, so much that his immediate reaction was to do the crux sign over his chest, close his eyes and unite his hands in a prayer.

“What about you? Won’t you eat too?”