“So, why did I need to be here again?” Darek said after he'd fallowed inside.
“I might happen to need help with the work because I might not be familiar with the material.”
“And here I was thinking that someone as smart as you wouldn't need help.” He replied sarcastically.
I bit my lip to stop myself from another bitter comment. When I looked over to see where he'd gone, I found that he was staring at something in the living room. I hadn't quite thought this through, it seemed. There had never been an issue in the past with me having guests over simply because it had never happened. Even if my father did work all the time, I knew I'd face consequences for going against mere common sense. Something told me that nothing would've changed no matter what I'd done in the end.
“How long are you going to stand there?” His voice seemingly came from nowhere.
“I'm just tired.”
“Yeah, I don't know how long this will take.”
“Haven't finished it yet?”
“I was going to tonight.” He looked nervous.
“Let's just get this over with.” I said as I sat in the chair across from him.
We were both quiet for some time. I appreciated the silence and again I nearly forgot that he was there. The material wasn't too difficult. I vaguely remembered it from class. The information grew clearer as my mind was able to relax somewhat. Oddly enough, I found myself looking over at him more so than I'd like to admit. When he did the same, I wasn't able to look away fast enough and that familiar amused expression returned to his face.
“Something wrong?” His question seemed innocent enough.
“Of course not.” I said as I felt my face grow a bit warm.
“Hm, you always write with a pen?”
“Pretty much, yes.”
“You're not worried about mistakes?”
“I don't make mistakes.”
“Oh. Makes sense, I guess.” He looked back down and wrote some lines on the paper.
I stared down at my own and for a brief moment, I felt something I couldn't explain. It was like I found this work more boring than usual. Most of the time, it would at least hold a bit of my curiosity, but now, it was like I wanted something else. This was very confusing and I hoped that it was just my fatigue taking a toll on my thoughts. When I finished the work, that state of mind still lingered. I sighed and put the pen down, now also feeling a slight ache in my left hand from writing.
“I meant to ask you, that one day when I had...unfortunately gone out of line, you had disrupted the program I had designed to assist the server with threats. That was you, right?”
“What about it?”
“I had no idea you'd be capable of something that dangerous. You do know what it did, right?”
“Yes, but I'd like to know what you observed.”
“How I put this? It somehow manipulated the code I was using to disassemble its' values and from that, it showed some disturbing information. Why, I have no idea.”
“I saw the same thing, pretty much.” I worded myself carefully.
“Did anything else happen after that?”
“You need to be honest with me, that information had to do with murder.”
“I cannot tell you everything.” I replied bitterly.
“Could you at least convince me that you won't be the next victim?”
I fell silent as I thought about a reply.