He's really cute when he's confused. I know it still irritates me sometimes, and I will probably continue to yell at him whenever he doesn't understand simple things. But in private, alone, I can admit how cute he is when he's like that.

But then he speaks, and my heart does that shuddering, painful breaking thing again.

"Eiji," I sit up, propping myself up on one arm and staring down at him, unable to keep the concern from face. "Is that what you think happened?"