“Ah—“ Michael’s gaze darts away and back again. It’s his eyes that unnerve people, mostly. The other things only happen every once in a while, when he’s scared or startled. He stays inside a lot because Morris—whom he’s still trying to think of as his new father—doesn’t seem to mind when something slightly weird happens to the shadows on the walls.
“Well...” He looks down and tugs nervously on the pajama shirt that’s hanging off his small, skinny frame. “You don’t tell too, okay? Um... There is another place I go... I get confused, too. Maybe you know it. You can hide in there.”