"Amy come on, wa-"

But the former maid had already cut him off by getting up and proceeding back into her room, closing the door behind her. Sighing, he made the effort to stand by and then slump near the door but chose not to enter. How could he make her see that she wasn't a nuisance? That she meant something to him? 

None of this would have happened if he didn't try to branch off from his family. Sighing darkly, he closed his good eye and soon began the age old habit of stroking the other covered one.