Hugo was in the middle of pulling a sticky note off of the stack on your bedroom desk. He hadn’t known you were home until he heard the creaking of your door. He whipped his head over in your direction, but it was too late to get away, the two of you had already eye-contact. After a painful few seconds, he spoke. “Uhm…this is all in your head. I’m nothing but a mere hallucination conjured up by your mind.” Yeah, he doesn’t expect his lie to work, but he couldn’t think of anything better.