He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me for a long time — studying, unhurried.
I was the first to break.
"Master Alex… you came to…"
"To talk," he said, cutting me off.
To talk. I felt relief and something like disappointment at the same time — and immediately felt ashamed of the second feeling.
"About what?"
"How are you settling in here?"
"Fine. I suppose."
He smiled slightly. It was clear he was in a good mood, but I couldn't understand where he was leading, and that frightened me.
"Then why do you seem sad almost all the time?"
"Me? I'm not sad, I just… it's because I don't understand many things. Certain things — your thoughts, your intentions…"
He shifted, making himself more comfortable.
"And that frightens you?"
"Yes, sometimes. I don't know how to act around yo
