I watched as he lowered himself onto my bed, resting his head on my pillow and shutting his eyes. I wasn't sure what to do, give head taps, watch him, say something, or die.
"Why are you standing over there like you stepped on glue". His eyes were still closed but somehow he knew I hadn't moved an inch from the initial spot I stood in.
"Uhhh why are you in my room". My?! Since when did I refer to anything as mine in this house? It was too late to retract my statement now.
He opened his eyes. "You want me to leave?" I stared at him to asking myself if this was a way to extract a confession out of me or if he was just genuinely asking out of pure decency.
I said nothing since I couldn't decide what that question was geared at.
"Why aren't you saying anything" he asked, it appeared my silence was somewhat discomforting.
