“What the hell?”
I demanded.
“What?”
He asked innocently.
“I dont know you. So why are you trying to help me, why do you care about me?”
My voice was weak, but had acidic properties.
He looked a bit puzzled. Confusion flashed across his face, but than he straightened it out.
“Well?”
I asked, impatient.
“You’re different. You’re different than anything I’ve ever seen. You constantly looked terrified. You looked like you were in pain. And I’m different to”
Dead on.