Derek has a plan for our new houseguest. Over breakfast the other morning, he tried to draw Nicholas into the conversation, talking about cars, of all things. As far as I can tell, I know more about cars than Derek, and if I ever had car trouble on a deserted road, well, let's just say, thank God for cell phones. Although I could probably figure out how to pop the hood, given an hour or so.
So why was Derek trying to talk to Nick about cars? Anti-Derek behaviour always suggests a plot afoot. I don't think he's trying to help him, it's something else. But I do know that Nicholas needs help. Or at least, someone to talk to. How do I know this? He runs. And I mean, he Runs. Constantly. He must do 50-60 kms a day, hard out, It's too bad our house doesn't have a resident psychologist, I'd love to hear their impression of him.
We spoke in the hall today, our first real conversation since he's been here. I'd say his first with anyone. Nicholas almost jumped when I spoke to him, and gave me this strange look, like he was trying to figure out where I had come from. He muttered something, and tried to brush past me, but I grabbed his arm and turned him towards me. I wish I knew him well enough to read him, so many emotions flew across his face before he pulled away. We talked for a few minutes, about sports, mostly, then he backed off, claiming he was going for a run. If Alex's research is right, then I find it hard to reconcile this quiet young man with the cold blooded killer he supposedly is.
As he opened the front door, Nicholas turned back to me and thanked me for
inviting him to the movies the other night. He smiled slowly as he did so.
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