You decide to use the situation, gathering all your courage. You look directly at him, feeling your racing heart.

"Are you Delirious?" You ask him, your voice sound so weak and unconfident.

He blinks several times, his expressions changing, before he put a cold mask on.

"What?" He replies emotionless.

You instantly regret asking, returning back to the meal. You can't even believe why you bothered asking.

"Why do think I'm Delirious? Do you even know him?" He asks you after few seconds, his voice demanding your attention.

You look back at him, uncertain if you should carry on with this conversation. There's really not a point when he's going to kill you anyway.

"I've been watching his videos for some time now. Your voice and laughter remind me of him, that's all. But that's completely impossible. He lives in North Carolina and definitely not where I live," you reply nervously, the meal doesn't even taste so good now.

"That's funny, yeah. Have you seen him?" He asks curiously.

You remember how many times you've read the comments on all social media forcing him to do a face reveal, feeling so disgusted by those people. Just like the last time, when he hit 10M on YouTube.

"No, and I don't really care about that. I mean it's his privacy, his decision. And this way he's forever going to be the mystery guy behind the mask."

"And what do you think about him?" He asks you in all seriousness.

"Honestly? I love him," you started, when you realize what you just said.

"I-in a good way! Not in the creepy fan girl way. He's amazing, truly. He's helped me so many times, always making me smile and feel good..."

You don't even realize that but you kept talking about him for a few more minutes, before the room sinks into the silence once again.

"I'll show you where you can sleep," he announces and stands up, motioning you to follow.

You're uncertain if your decision was clever or not to ask about Delirious and even talk about him, maybe you even slightly regret that. He leads you to a room and you know that is the guest room. He's waiting, and you know it's your time to get into the bed, and you do so.

The bed is comfy and soft, something you had been missing the days laying on the cold ground. You make yourself more comfortable for the sleeping, your eyes feels heavier and heavier with each breath, even though you were so energetic after the shower. So you close your eyes.

"I'm."

You open your eyes again, seeing him leaning against the doorframe, before closing them again as you're unable to keep them open anymore.

"I'm Delirious and you're currently in North Carolina."

And with this sentence as the last thing you hear, you fall asleep.

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