minutes later he sat on a welcoming looking, brown couch
inside Smithers apartment without any idea what to do now. He
remembered being here once before but it proved itself impossible to
tell why that had been. Being here hadnt been planned that time
and it hadnt been planned now as well, but this fact shouldnt
be surprising. Nothing that happened lately had been planned by him.
sitting here almost physically pained him because during the last few
days just Smithers presence was enough to make him feel
sighed. I told you before and I will tell you again, you dont
need to watch over me. I have simply never been to that part of town
before, thats why I got lost. So stop looking at me like this
He moaned, trying to avoid the gaze of the dark brown eyes of the man
sitting in front of him, these damned brown eyes which seemed to know
more about him than he wanted them to.