He raised an eyebrow. "I don't like that. Don't think like that. We're your friends." He frowned. "Well maybe not Sylas, but he's him."
“Yeah, well,” she said, trailing off. “It is what it is. Are you okay? You seem... off. I was surprised to see you come in.”
He looked a little defensive, crossing the room. "Yes, well, I decided to visit because I was worried. About your health. And I suppose I care, in that sense. About you."
She tilted her head curiously, her brows furrowed. “That’s sweet. Thank you for looking out for me, but you really don’t need to worry. No one else besides from my family have shown up besides you.”
She frowned, tilting her head. She folded her hands, considering him. “Because I was in a coma? You know that those things rarely last more than a week.”
"Well, yes and no.. I care in general." He paused before feeling the need to clarify again. "In general."
“Oh. Well, don’t worry. I’m not dead. There’s no cause for concern. I’m sorry to have made you worry.”
"It couldn't be helped," he told her, going to the door. "I ought to go before your family comes back. Out of respect."
She just watched him, bewildered and embarrassed, sitting up slightly in the bed. “I am fond of you too,” she replied quietly after a moment, her brows furrowed.
