"Boss is surprisingly... sweet." Fake Death commented after I got back from the memory and was now walking along the aisle again of the High School section of the memory storage.
"I know," I gushed, my tone oozing with fondness. "That's his charm."
"Oh," He exclaimed. "So you didn't like him because you thought you could change him?'
I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
"That's stupid," I said, knitting my eyebrows together. "People who like someone not because of who they are but because of the thought they could 'change them' are pathetic."
Fake Death hummed, sounding as if I had just said something ironic.
"What?" I asked defensively. "What's with that accusatory hum?"
"Didn't Klaus like you for the same reason?"
