Broken

XI

POV: Sebastian

I laugh. "Anytime, I'm rather strong and you're feather light."

There is more truth to my words than it seems. Kurt is lighter than some books I've carried, and I could feel his spine and ribs as I carried him. That's not healthy, and we all know it. I don't mention anything for fear of scaring him away.

Patience is key. I have to become his friend before I can help him.

He nods to the crepe that Nick is- sickeningly sweetly, might I add- feeding Jeff. "Have you had the crepes here? Jeff says they are good."

I chuckle. "I've had them, but nothing measures up to a street crepe from France." I explain further at his look of confusion. "I used to live there before my-" I cut myself off. "Uh, before we had to, er, move here cause my dad... got a job offer, so they sent me here," I make up on the spot.

He seems to notice my hesitation but doesn't say anything. I suppose he just assumes the move is hard for me to talk about.

"So you speak French?" he asks excitedly. I wonder if he does?

"Yeah. Why?" I ask.

"Oh, uh, it's my favorite subject. It must be cool to have lived in France." He seems to find 'France' synonymous with 'heaven'.

"Yeah, it was pretty fun. I grew up speaking English, too, so I didn't have to learn it to move here, which was nice."

"Also, if you don't mind me asking, why did you transfer here?"