“Not at all,” I assured her. “On the contrary, I’m the one who’s being rude-abominably rude. I’m very sorry.”
You’re going home, aren’t you? She thought.
“I haven’t…entirely…decided that yet.”
But you’re not staying here. Her thought was wistful now, sad.
“No. It doesn’t seem to be…helping.”
She grimaced. “That’s my fault, isn’t it?”
“Of course not,” I lied smoothly.
Don’t be a gentleman.
I smiled.
I make you uncomfortable, she accused.
                         “No.” (midnight sun - chapter 2)

(Source: antagonistes, via stewberts)