“Hm? What do’ya mean?”

He sat up in his chair and looked over at you, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand with his elbow on the table.

“Everything’s fine, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He raised an eyebrow at your concerned voice, acting like he was completely unaware.

The thing was, there was no sweets to be seen on his table, no wrappers, and his table was littered with papers. He was never like that.