---Firkle's pov---

After a moment of standing there awkwardly with even more awkward silence, I decided I'd rather be a home in my empty house, than here.

My parents are almost never home, work usually. I'm pretty sure they didn't want a kid, so they just hope I can raise myself.

I can so I don't care that they aren't ever there.

I sigh and turn on my heel before I continue walking home.

I thought for sure he was going to say something in response, but no. Of course not.

Why would he actually come up with a rebuttal?

He's clearly doing this because of pity. Why else would he even try talking to me? I don't have anything that I can give him.

I'm pretty sure he doesn't want any sort of favor... I mean, he could. But I don't think so.

"So, you want to know why I keep talking to you?" Ike asks like he's trying to understand.

I nod. He nods then, "Well, uh... I'm not too sure."

It's definitely pity.

I don't do anything, then I roll my eyes and nod.

"It's not pity!" Ike says, as if he knows what I'm thinking. I glance over at him, one eyebrow raised.

"I don't know," he says lowering his head, "I just thought maybe we could be friends or something."