Thomas was left standing in the room alone. This guy was different than the one he met earlier this afternoon. What could have made him change so drastically? Was he being threatened? That would explain why someone so innocent would have a knife in their possession, and why he was so on edge.
Thomas looked around the small room; spotting a small square box, partially hidden behind a blank canvas. He started to reach for it, but decided against it. Better to not to piss off your roommate/ crush more than you already have.
He walked towards the kitchen, only to be hit by a mouth watering scent. Benji was standing at the counter, a floral print apron wrapped around his chest. Benjamin was cutting up four potatoes in half.
"I'm sorry." Thomas said looking away. Benji sighed, and placed the chef's knife down on the cutting board.
"It isn't your fault... I'm just n-not used to having another p-person live with me. And with the past lingering in the present, it makes it kind of hard to trust people." Benji muttered, as his eyes clouded over.