[Flashback continues]
I was ready to listen everything Barry was gonna say.
I dropped my hands from his face and sat on the bed "Sit with me, please and start with the story"
He obeyed the instruction by sitting on the bed with me but maintaining space.
His hair had scattered over his face again but he did not bother to arrange then with his fingers this time.
"I feel ashamed coming here to your room in the first place" Barry said without looking at me.
"You don't have to feel ashamed, I like your presence here"
And that was the truth. I liked seeing his face, perceiving his scent even though I can smell blood too, I do not mind, and I liked his voice too.
Barry looked at me, a look of admiration and appreciation on his face.
"Does my appearance not disturb you?" Barry asked, studying my reaction.
"It worries me" I replied truthfully.
