Silence, sweat, the smell of alcohol. Abandonment, sadness.

"Ronald Knox, where have you been?"

The face, concern, but not needed. Heat. Excitement.

"No where, senpai."

Groggy words, a killer hangover. 'What did I do last night?'

"You smell like 'that demon', Ronald."

Just a tap, that's all it was, wasn't it? Just a tap on the elbow.

"I didn't even see him, Senpai."

That echo. It feels like a lie. Is it? What did I do? I didn't touch it, did I?

"Don't lie, Ronald Knox. You know I hate it when you lie."

Can it happen from just a touch? Why didn't I pay attention to that in school?

"I wouldn't lie, senpai."

Nerves. Anxiousness. Will he believe me?

"…I'll trust you this time."

He'll be watching closely.