He frowned, "What are you doing here?"   "Uhhh..I...uh..." I didn't know what to say.   He raised an eyebrow, waiting for my answer.   "I just wanted to help!" I blurted.   "Get up."   "But I still need to-"   Before I could even finish, he grabbed my hand and pulled me up.   "Let's go home."   "B-but.."   Before I could even protest, he had already pulled me with him. The walk home was quiet. I decided to take the blame and spoke.   "Sorry.." I mumbled, ready for the lecture.   Instead, he turned to me and gave me a small smile.   "Thanks for everything," he said to me.   Thanks? Shouldn't he be mad at me?   "Shouldn't you be yelling?" I asked him.   He chuckled, "Why would I yell at you? You've done nothing wrong. In fact, I should thank you for being here for me. It's just that..." he lowered his head.   "It's just that...I don't want to burden you. I don't want you to feel pity for me or anything..."   "So...you're not mad?"   He shook his head.   I sighed in relief, "Pheww, I thought you were going to give me a long lecture on how mad you were when you saw me there. Then you would like yell at me and push me against the wall and kiss me harshly like those dramas I saw and-"   I closed my mouth once I realized I spoke way too much.    He smirked, "You have very interesting fantasies."   "I do have fantas