"Why do you act so close with me like this, Mason? We barely know each other, right?"
Mason was stunned for a moment. His smile faltered a bit, but not out of anger. It was… out of sadness.
Strangely, I could sense the sadness in his eyes as he lowered his gaze.
He smiled bitterly and nodded, "You're right. We barely know each other. I'm sorry if I'm getting on your nerves because of my familiarity."
"No, that's not that I meant—" I didn't want to make him sad. I was just asking out of curiosity and carefulness. We couldn't truly trust anyone, right?
"The blame is on me. I'm sorry for acting so familiar around you," Mason apologized, but he still hadn't answered the real question.
"You haven't answered my question, Mason. Why did you act so familiar to me?"
"… it's something that I need to keep for myself, Em," Mason smiled thin. "But I have no ill intention to you. And I hope you don't feel uncomfortable around me."