Kai never knew what warmth was. He was always treated like a burden. He can count how many times his mother has hugged him as a child with his right hand. He didn't know love. He didn't even believe in it. And then you came into his life.

You call his name with such softness someone might think he's not a sociopath and just a normal human being. The way his name rolls off your tongue makes his chest hurt. You're not just addressing him, you're calling out to him. He could record it and listen to it for hours on end.

He leans against the counter, helping you load the dishes into the dishwasher. Why is he helping you? Why are you letting him stay in your house? Why are you so...warm?

"You're weird." Kai blurts out.