Clark blinked at this new revelation. Taken care of him? Who was taking care of Kyon who would know about this condition...unless they had some real, up close and personal experience with it.
"The staff?" he kept having a feeling that Kyon wanted to drop this topic, but Clark thought he had a right to know. He couldn't be of much use if he didn't have a better idea of what was going on. "Or someone else?"
By now he'd mowed right through the eggs and sausages, leaving the Belgian waffles without even realizing he'd gone through them so fast. He stirred the waffles around his plate, distracted, and glancing over at Kyon, measuring him up. If Kyon was getting help, then good. But was it from someone he trusted? Or was it something he couldn't avoid, like the staff?
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"The staff?" he kept having a feeling that Kyon wanted to drop this topic, but Clark thought he had a right to know. He couldn't be of much use if he didn't have a better idea of what was going on. "Or someone else?"
By now he'd mowed right through the eggs and sausages, leaving the Belgian waffles without even realizing he'd gone through them so fast. He stirred the waffles around his plate, distracted, and glancing over at Kyon, measuring him up. If Kyon was getting help, then good. But was it from someone he trusted? Or was it something he couldn't avoid, like the staff?