Carter dropped me off at the bottom of the apartment building, and I pushed open the car door, intending to say goodbye to him, not expecting him to get out of the car as well.

"Can I come in and sit down for a while?"

It was late at night and I wanted to refuse, but after looking at the back of his still bleeding hand, I opened the door anyway, "Come in."

I didn't think I was hurting for him, I just wanted to get some information out of him.

I brought the medical kit, saw the expressionless man sitting on top of the couch, and walked over.

Carter...