...Obey's POV...He didn't get what I was trying to say. Of course he doesn't. This is why I hate people... conversations with humans exhaust me. "What?" I'm surprised he let me place my hands on his shoulders and hasn't kicked me out yet. "I get it... so please leave." I feel horrible, and I don't know what to say."See... don't get your hopes down just because I said so, man." He looks at me like he wants to eat me alive (can I blame him, though?). "Listen, why don't we try something easy instead of Tchaikovsky... like Minuet 1 by Bach or something?" I say, hoping I didn't mess things up further. "We?" he says, looking up, sounding confused. "I-I mean..." I know what I want to say, but I don't want to say it because, at the moment, my decisions are getting clouded by guilt.He is staring at me, and his brown eyes glisten like a desert. "I may not look like it," I start to say after a couple of minutes, "but I was a good violinist in high school." "So?" He doesn't seem to understand what I'm trying to say. "I-I could..." I paused. What am I trying to do here again? "... I could teach you, if you want... about how to play violin and stuff." He doesn't reply and continues to stare at me."Who the hell are you?" The words slithered out of his mouth. He's looking at me the same way you would look at a baby on a plane. And it hit me. I didn't introduce myself, did I? I felt like I was drowning in a sea of embarrassment. I was just this very random guy who showed up on his doorstep and proceeded to insult him and offer to be his teacher. And I must surely look like the creepiest man alive right now to him."Your neighbor," I mutter, begging to God that my cheeks aren't red. "My neighbor?" he sounded surprised. I nod. Why do I always find myself in these awkward and embarrassing situations? Maybe I should go back to my bed and rethink my life decisions. "How long have you been here for?" he asks. "A morning, maybe," I give him a weak smile.I watch as his eyes widen in amusement. "Desmond Lavender," he says, reaching out his hand. "Oberon Johannes," I reply, shaking it softly. We stare at each other for a second just because we both don't know what else to say. Maybe everything is fine, and I didn't probably just make the worst first impression I could think of. "Now that we know we are neighbors," Desmond says finally, as his fingers reach for the door again, "get lost." He muttered before slamming the door shut, right to my face.Wait... What just happened... Did he just... This motherfu-... Adele's POV...I've gone through enough for today... Three morning sessions and two afternoon ones. I should take a break. It hasn't even been a week since Obey came back. To be honest, I never thought he would. Everyone has seemed to abandon hope about him, except for Elias... he never gives up.I'm leaning back in my chair, facing the ceiling. The first few buttons on my shirt are unbuttoned, and my hair is a mess. Do I have any more appointments left? ... I'm pretty sure I don't. Maybe I should go to the cafe near here. I've picked up a habit of going there, and I'm well aware why. Obey moved to a new apartment today, didn't he? ... I should give him a call... see how he's been doing. I don't like the colors in my office; they're too mundane.I heard the doorbell ring. Must be another patient; that's weird... I don't have any sessions reserved at this hour. "Come in," I fix my shirt and hair. Screw this, can't even have a moment of peace for once. "I'm sorry for barging in like this," a tall man let himself enter the room; his brown curls are unmistakable. "Arthur?" the word slips out of my mouth."Adeline," his voice is a gentleman. "I-I got something to tell you." His gaze is soft, the way it always is, pretty lips, and rosy cheeks. I feel like my heart is beating faster, and my breath is getting heavier. "Yes," I gulped. I must be feeling sick from all the work today. Yup... that's why I'm acting like this. "I..." he pauses, lifting his chin up. His shy hazel eyes are sparkling in the room. "I like you." I let his words reverberate across the room, our breath floating on the air. What...