She looked confused by this. “Why?” *** He raised an eyebrow, looking over at Theo. “Why would they? They trust me.”
"Because, Fina. I'm not a very kind person." *** She frowned slightly. "Because it's the middle of the night."
He tilted his head at her curiously. "Yes it is." *** She shrugged. "I guess my mom doesn't trust me."
She squeezed his hand, giving him a small smile. “You’re not a mean person, Cas. You’re a really good guy.” *** “Maybe you’re cooler than I am.”
She frowned, tilting her head. “You came to see me and give me the homework, even though it is inconvenient and I’m no fun. That’s kind.” *** “It’s probably it.”
“Barely. I’m pretty boring right now.” *** He looked confused. “Where else would you sleep? Is that a problem?”
“See? Right there,” she said, pointing at him with her free hand. “Kind.” *** He raised an eyebrow, taking her hand. “Well, you finally get to see my room.”
“You shouldn’t pride yourself on being unkind, Cas,” she said quietly. “You’re wonderful.” *** He took the stairs, moving up quickly. When he got to the landing, he opened the first door on the left. His room was small, but delightfully reminiscent of him. His plaid sheets has been tossed back when he has woken that morning and left there. There was a desk and some books laying on top of it, and the window was open, plants growing on the windowsill.
"I don't pride myself on it," he said indignantly. "It's just how I am." *** She looked around, her expression curious before sitting on the edge of the bed. "I like it."
“I think you’re wonderful,” she said earnestly. “Despite what you may say otherwise.” *** He laughed sheepishly, sitting next to her. “It’s messy.”
She looked indignant. “What’s that supposed to mean?” *** He looked around self-consciously. “I should have tidied up a little...”
"You're the only one who hangs out with me. You're obviously going to think I'm kind." *** She rested her head on his shoulder. "You're fine, Monty."
“You just proved my case. I’m the one who knows you and likes you.” *** He looked over at her, rubbing her back slowly. “If you say so.”
He leaned back and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever." *** She reached up, brushing his hair back. "I do say so."
