Chapter 95

"Hey…" I say after a few moments have passed of him staring back at the closed door. "You there?"

He barely looks at me, eyes passing by as if coaxing a child and not even bothering in answering me.

But I do notice that he has not let go of my hand yet, and somewhat it gives me the impression that, this time around, it is not to comfort me, or rather, is for him to find a supporting hand.

That… small yet vulnerable action of his instead of arising my hunger to hunt him down to the core actually makes me even more on alert and protective of him.

What the hell? I shake my head, but still my gaze drifts back to his face, and I cannot help but say:

"Care to explain? Do… do you want to talk about it?" I say, regretting being so fierce at first and trying to amend it.

Only that he does not say anything at first, only staring at the door, and when he does his eyes do not move:

"Seiji, can you set the table?"

"M-me? Sure."