"Edmund?" I called out.
"Yes, I am." His muscles tightened when I called him, and he looked at me longingly, as if silently asking if he had something he wanted to say to him.
"What's on your mind?" I was a little overwhelmed by his overly affectionate gaze, so I tried to divert his attention.
"I... May I ask how you escaped? I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I didn't think that would happen..." His guilt almost bubbled out of his brown eyes, and I couldn't bear to say anything to incite him. I whispered the story.
"And then, that guy Darren, he saved you, right? Well, also, he is your savior, you and he became mates, it is also a normal situation, it is me who missed you." Edmund spoke calmly, but his voice took on a whining tone.
"Is he, I mean, Darren, nice to you? I'm sorry. I know it'
