[Honey]

The image of the face contorting into a look of sharp pain, and he took a moment to breath out his surprise and frustration already forming with the strange man. He waited patiently until the hands dropped from fragile ears and the pale eyes opened to look at him again. "Why did you follow me into my bedroom? You were supposed to sleep on the couch, not in my bed." For a moment he stood and stared until he remembered the other did not speak, and instead he shook his head. "I forgot you do not talk. Did you not want to sleep in the living room, or is there another reason that you followed me?"