“I don‘t need help," I grit out. "Especially from someone I’ve known for all of five seconds.”
“If my mom knew I left someone that’s been hurt, she‘d kill me at best. I’m too close to living my life to die now. So you can look at it as helping me out instead. And you really would.”
“I’m sure she wouldn’t think of it that way if it would require you stalking them instead of leaving when they make it clear that’s what they want you to do. Either way, your relationship with your family isn’t my problem or concern.”
“Jesus,“ he breathes. “I thought this place was cold, but it‘s got nothing on you. I guess it‘s true when they say the eyes are the window to the soul.“ I ignore him, then huff with exasperation as he starts up again. “Could you just let me walk you to the common room? At the
