It had been a few weeks since you have found Sebastian, who now lives with you. He had told you that he had been tortured by crazy people for years and that he has no where to go. You've done your best to help him and make him feel comfortable at your house. But he isn't used to being treated well and keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Today he had a glass of water, and he dropped it. He looked to you, anxiously, waiting to be screamed at, hit, or at least some type of negative response