She frowned, her brows furrowed as she instinctively reached out, her hand gently tracing his face. "What happened?"
His chest heaved as he took a deep breath, looking down at her. "I am... I am not supposed to speak to you without supervision," he said lowly.
He turned and watched her leave, his brows furrowing. Romero was sitting in the dining room, looking out the window.
Romero tilted his head sharply. "Ferris lies," he replied. "You're allowed to talk to him whenever you want."