As I reached him, standing at the old oak, a single question formed on my lips and was blurted out simultaneously. I hadn’t meant it to sound so harsh and arrogant, but that’s the way it came out. Even my hands engaged in the action, posing themselves in my typical “Why?” mannerism.

“Are you following me?”

For the most part, I was never rash. I thought things out, but something about him made my brain freeze up and my blood boil. So there I stood, question after question pouring out like water, splashing and choking him. He hardly had time to answer one before another came out.

I made no attempt, however, to cease the flow. Finally, I had allowed myself to speak my mind, something I normally would’ve shunned into the deepest reaches of my mind. There was just something about his demeanor.. or something of that sort that pushed away my restraints.

He put a hand up before I could even begin to finish my series of never-ending questions. And with a single sentence answered all of them.