Hell. Hugo frowned at the look on Rose's face. He hadn't meant to upset her. And back home they were close. They shared everything and he'd told her everything, but this island was different. Hugo didn't feel like his world was right here.
"Rosie, stop. Of course you know me. I'm the same Hugo I was before." Which was mostly true. "You just know me when I'm 17. People change a lot after they leave school, but that doesn't mean you don't know me!"