Ben hesitantly waved back, then accepted a cookie. The attention made him feel a bit uncomfortable. People usually just ignored him. Glint came back over, tracing over the faint patterns in the floor boards. “I have come to a conclusion,” he whispered in Ben’s ear, “She must have drastically different brain chemistry than a regular human.”
“And why is that?” Ben replied, attempting to hide his mirth behind his book. Glint tended to come to extremely drastic conclusions.
”No normal and sane person should enjoy that sort of stuff,” Glint replied, the satisfaction evident in his voice. The corners of Ben’s mouth tugged upwards. But, after a moment, they fell back downwards. Glint knew Ben well enough to know that something unpleasant was on his mind. “What is it?” he asked, his satisfaction disappearing.
”What if... it’s just me who is different? What if it’s everyone else who is sane?”
Glint had no response to that.