"You? Eden?" Noa exclaimed in surprise, her eyes widening as she turned on the light in the room. The brightness revealed Eden sitting on the floor, a look of pain etched on his face.
"Noa, yes, it's me," Eden answered in a slightly breathless voice, nursing his visibly bruised arm from Noa's punch. "But, why did you hit me? I'm not a thief."
Noa was silent for a moment, his confusion growing. His gaze shifted from Eden's face to the room.
"Why did you try to enter the apartment through the window?" Noa pointed to the window.
"You locked the door, and I didn't have the apartment key. So, I decided to use the motorboard and enter through the window," Eden explained.
"Oh man, your decision made me think you were a thief, and I gave you a raw punch," Noa said regretfully. "I'm sorry for hitting you, though."
Noa extended his hand to help Eden up and led him to sit on the couch.
"What else can I say? I was wrong too," Eden admitted.
"Let me treat your wound," Noa offered.