Arlo's POV
It has been at least half an hour now and no matter what I say to Richard, he's not even giving me much audience! Did I just observe a six years old kid get mood swings? But what did I do just now? He seemed happy to see me before?
"So what do you wanna do now? Or are you going to be busy soon? Maybe you wanna leave or something?" Richard's whole expression looked depressing to me that I knew I had to ask now.
"Hey buddy, let's take a moment to relax for a little bit." I signaled we go seat on his bed since we were entering his room now. He sat down, face still looking down. "Listen, if I've done something wrong, could you please let me know?"
He looked up to stare at me like I was supposed to be oblivious to what was happening already. "What do you mean? I know what you're doing, Arlo. I thought we were friends."
I was so confused now so I pressed on. "Okay, what's making you doubt that now? Of course we're friends!"
