"Why?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at the man in front of me. "You are not someone that just … does whatever you feel like whenever."
"Can't I just have my own reasons for doing this?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest like a child being reprimanded for something he did though he does not want to admit it.
He truly is still a child to me, no matter how much I try not to see him like that because he feels offended when I, a grown man, look at another grown man as a child.
But I can't help it. He is still very much a child in my eyes and I would be lying if I said I did not see him as such.
"You can, but I need to know your reasons," I said, remaining completely calm about this. "There are preparations that need to be made to prepare for this. I am sure you are aware of this."
"I am."
