"you are not saying anything." i said to Devon who was walking around my room with his arms crossed behind his back, his eyes stuck on my face. He seem to be observing something on me and he had been here for quite some moment now— walking and not saying anything. Just a limit for me to pounce on him and tell him to tell the the truth about the dagger of those dark tattooed men.
"Get out of my room if you aren't going to say something or talk to me, other than walking around like a moron."
"You are okay. You look and sound fine."
"Of course how should I sound or feel like? You are such a strange guy."
"Are you weak or something? Does your body hurt? Have the doctor come to check on you." He suddenly stood still, having a worried expression.
