"I lost my glove." he muttered, avoiding her gaze, and quickly walked out of the lake, back towards the motorbike. His mood was completely spoiled. He wasn't in the mood for explanations... Right now, he'd be happiest if he didn't have to explain anything at all. It was complicated and brought back bad memories...<br/><br/>He sat down by his motorbike, leaning onto it with his back, and used his T-shirt to brush the water off his hair, hiding the unnatural coloring of his hand with the black fabric. The water soaked into the fabric, but he just used it as a distraction. His gaze was distant...