Hale slipped inside my apartment, closing the door softly behind himself.
"So, we should talk about this, right?" Hale suggested.
"I thought that's what we came here for," I answered him, unsure of how to take him at the moment. I didn't mean to sound rude or anything, but I wasn't sure how I should act either.
"Do you have questions? I don't really know where to start," he admitted, heading towards the couch. I was still too agitated to sit, so I leaned against the wall across from him and crossed my arms in front of my chest.
"Are you going to make me do this? I feel like you're really the one who should be taking the lead here. I wasn't really planning on a Twilight style interrogation."
"Actually, about that," Hale started.
"Oh, please, what? You're gonna tell me your mortal enem
