"Wa.... want to help me...?" he asked quietly, confused. He was confused, so.... very confused, by all this. "But... you were so mad at me, so angry..."

He risked standing up a bit more, though he still clung to the frame of the door, looking out at him. He was still unsure, still confused. He wasn't used to people wanting to help. And this back and forth, wanting to help, then being mad then wanting to help...

"I don't understand," he admitted quietly. He watched him carefully, trying to figure out what was going on, what was expected of him, what he should do...