Northern observed Aster's expression. The boy tried to suppress it, but he still looked disturbed. He seemed hurried, as though he just wanted to leave this place but was forcing himself to pretend otherwise, masking his discomfort with a smile.
Northern glanced down the hall. It was empty. He was utterly confused.
As if to confirm his suspicion, Aster spoke.
"Can I come in?"
Northern frowned immediately. "Come in and do what?! You don't just show up at my door this early wanting to come in. Come in—why?"
Aster looked down, rubbing his hands together nervously.
"I'm really sorry, fella… I wanted to talk to you about something. I was wondering if you could help?"
He glanced back briefly before fixing his gaze on Northern, waiting for a response.
"Well, we can talk right here and now. You don't need to come into my room."
