Savage Mafia Prince

Micah

T he funk that Tadhg fell into after the incident with his asshole ‘coworkers’ has been concerning to say the least. He doesn’t want to talk to me any more than he has to. Any opening I saw to talk about his life has been completely shuttered, and we suddenly feel like two strangers sharing an apartment.

At first, he just slept. He’d been sleeping like the dead, which worked for me because his body still has a lot of healing to do. But the past two or three days, I don’t think he’s been sleeping at all. He’s trying to hide it from me, but I can tell.

He’s jittery and on edge. His hands twitch a little, and he’s constantly consumed by some sort of dark, introspective cloud that he refuses to let either of us acknowledge.