I think after eating the sweet rice I passed out on the couch and now it’s saturday morning. My body still feels sore and I have a headache. I hear some noises by the kitchen, so I move my rotten corpse towards it. Gwyn is cooking something and it smells really nice.

“Good morning.” I mumble.

“Morning.” She turns from the stove for just a second.

“I’m sorry about yesterday.”

“Why are you sorry?” She looks at me and raises an eyebrow.

“For making you nurse me and all that.”

“You didn’t make me do anything. I choose to. And you were feeling sick, which is not intentional. I don’t understand why you would feel apologetic.”

“Because it’s a bother?” Not even I’m sure anymore.

“Sick people need assistance. It’s everyone’s obligation to aid each other in times of need. It’s inhumane and immoral to do otherwise.” She has a very matter-of-factly tone.

“Oh… Uhn, yes. It’s just… I thought you didn’t like me much?” Saying I’m confused would be an understatement.

“Why would I not like you much? You never offended me.”

At least not out loud. I kinda feel the need to add that, but we are going to well for me to be childish, so instead I say, “But you sort of avoided me. I think.”

“On the first day you said we should suck it up and go on. I thought you meant we weren’t supposed to bother each other unnecessarily.”

“I… did. But I didn’t mean ignore each other existence completely.”

“I didn’t ignore your existence. I knew exactly at what times you would be around and kept from being in the way. Did you ignore my existence?”

“No… I… You do realize that by never bothering me not even to say a greeting or make small talk, it kinda looks like you are actually ignoring me because you can’t stand me, right?”

“That wasn’t my intention, I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable.” Her brows look somehow sad. “It’s just that I like to be left alone, so I thought you would appreciate it too.”

“You… Don’t like interactions? As in you don’t like to talk.” I say pointing at us.

“I’m bad with dialogues. Growing up I didn’t have a lot of practice, so I don’t know the proper way to respond sometimes.”

“But you don’t hate talking, right? It’s just you are not used to.”

“I don’t hate it, but it seems to make people displeased with me.”

“I don’t think they are necessarily displeased with you, more like they assume you are displeased with them and they go defensive.”

“You think so?”

No, I know so, says my head.

“Yeah. Uhn, Gwyn, would it be alright if we talked more often? Like greetings, and if you have things you wanna ask me you can do it, and if I have questions of my own I go and ask them. That sorta arrangement.”

“Sure. But why?”

How weird this girl is really cracks me up.

“Well, that way you could practice talking. And, since we are probably going to live together for a while, I think it would be better to be on more friendly terms with one another, you know.”

“That is actually a good idea.”

“Yeah, glad you like it. So, can I start this now? Because I’m really hungry and I would love to ask you just how do you prepare that delicious-smelling thing you have been making for a while.”