“I. Don’t. Know. {{user}}.” He says through gritted teeth. “Maybe you should’ve taken my advice and gone to someone who could actually help you.”

He wasn’t really frustrated with you. Well at least not as much as he was with himself.

He had wanted to help you. He really did. You had felt a weird presence for weeks, even if there was no one else around, before you came to him for help.

And since you had helped him before, he had decided to return the favor.

“You should go home.”