Her expression broke when she saw him, and tears sprung to her eyes again. "That's.. It's okay. You can just.. leave it on the floor by the door, or something."
He blinked, looking up at her nervously. "Oh... oh no. Ma'am, please don't cry... please don't. I'm sorry. What did I do?"
She wiped her eyes again, mumbling a meek apology before standing up and approaching him shakily. "You didn't do anything, Ferris. It's okay." She observed his face sadly. "They don't treat you well here, do they?"
He hesitated, avoiding her gaze as she approached. "They... it is nothing less than I deserve, Ma'am," he said slowly.
"My boss told me that I am supposed to be at your beck and call," he told her. "Is there something I could do to make your stay more pleasant?"
"My boss is not cruel," he replied quietly. "He is benevolent and merciful and he has given me a second chance."
"He stole you from me. From your sister." She shook her head. "If you can remember her at all. Just like the rest of your memories. Goodnight, Ferris."
He looked very confused and bowed his head, setting down the tray. "Goodnight, ma'am. I am sorry for the distress I have caused you."
He blinked before frowning, tilting his head in a formation that would be terribly familiar to her. "I am not sure," he replied slowly. "I... I woke up and that is what Romero said to the other men in the room."
"Or..." He paused, squinting as he tried to remember. "I... I think I woke up. I was on the floor. I was really, really cold..."
He blinked and his gaze refocused, and he sat up, tucking his hands behind his back. "I'm... I'm sorry, ma'am."
He looked nervous, looking around. “I’ve been distracted. You do not have time to engage in small talk.”
