Finding his strange self in blood and flesh within the four walls of my room left butterflies and goosebumps simultaneously. It felt weird and awkward for both him and me, which was evident on my nail-biting and his shifting gazes. Feeling sorry wasn't often my thing when it came to the closest informal people, but for Kaneki I had adopted the least possible.
"Isn't it difficult on the floor?"
He shook his head, the blanket being crushed by his wobbly figure as he placed his body on his hand to face my bed. Thankfully, the bed was high enough so I didn't have to look at him with due understanding. His tired voice croaked,
"My mother used to make me and my sister sleep with her during our high school days, on the floor while my dad on the bed"
It was absurd. The matter- of- fact was abs
