Chapter 6

“What’s up?” Timothy asked as they walked on the street-side. “You’ve been giving weird looks since we left the hospital. Is everything okay?”

Yves didn’t know how to answer. Even if Timothy knew about the butterflies that only he could see, how could he even explain to him what a single butterfly meant? For all they knew, Timothy had enough numbers to last him until they grew old.

“Yveybs?”

“What?”

Timothy pierced him with his gaze. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Just…” Yves studied Timothy closer. “I just think you had a Chinese actor look-alike with your hair down like that.”

“Huh?”

“You know those historical dramas Alex loved to watch when we were still in high school? Wait, I think it’s Korean. Or maybe it’s Japanese? If we’ll only put an X to your face…”

“Are you making fun of me?”

“No? Why would you think that?”

Timothy only stared, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. “Is this about yesterday? Are you tryin