You sat across from Stan in your living room, countless textbooks open in-front of the both of you. He had been assigned to be your tutor by Mr. Garrison.

He was very sweet and patient, even when you didn’t understand. From what you had seen at school, it was quite uncharacteristic, but you brushed it off. He was just nice.. right?

“Do you get it now?” He asks, as the heavy rain patters down against the windows. His voice was more gentle than what you had heard during class.