Kit:
Kit had been studying when P’Aawut peeked into his room and said, “The master requests your presence.”
Usually, P’Aawut wouldn’t need to seek him out to find P’Kim, because P’Kim was more than capable of finding Kit himself. But then he remembered the last time that P’Aawut had come to fetch Kit when P’Kim needed him…and it had been when P’Kim had been in the hospital after being shot.
Alarmed, he stood from his seat, instantly dropping his pen on the desk. “What? Why? What happened?” The words came tumbling out of him in a worried frenzy.
P’Aawut, taken aback by his concern, but he smiled to make him feel relaxed. “Kar thot khab, Nong Kit. I didn’t mean to make you worry. Nothing bad has happened, it's just that…I believe Khun Kim is a bit stressed right now and he needs you to help him calm down. But that is, of course, if your study isn't being interrupted…”
