Boy of Light and Dust

Dayin

Dayin couldn't focus on anything during breakfast. How had he not known that his family had ties to bad people? How had that never come up before? He was regretting asking for help to catch up. And he was wondering what questions Ica had been trying to prepare him for.

He could tell that Ica was concerned. Every once in a while, when Dayin was paying attention, he'd catch Ica's side glance before quickly looking away – if he noticed that Dayin had noticed. Max didn't seem fazed. He seemed to understand that Dayin wasn't in a talking mood though.

He barely ate anything; he had no appetite after this morning. Thankfully, nobody said anything about the lack of food he ate before he'd rushed off to his classes, trying his best to not think about what Ica had mentioned earlier.

His classes went by quickly and uneventfully until his last class of the day: his control class. He'd been dreading it all day, given the mishap he'd had with Ica and then the nightmare he had after that.

Most of the kids in the class with him were closer to Max's age than his age, which didn't make him feel any better. And he had to deal with William, who seemed to focus on telling him what he was doing wrong more than he was trying to correct him.

After about fifteen minutes of William telling him what he was doing wrong, he sat down at a desk and watch the others practice. Not necessarily to learn from them, but to keep himself from yelling at William that he was not helping him. William thankfully took the hint and roamed the classroom, helping his other students with questions and informing them what they were doing wrong.

Dayin let his mind wander and wondered if William knew anything about his grandparents. Ica said he was really old... so he had to know something. He wavered on whether or not or to ask though. He was sure if he did, William was more likely to lecture him than actually tell him something useful... but if William really was that old, he would know. And even if he got lectured for it, it might be worth it. He didn't want to ask Ica. Ica kept giving him sorry looks and apologizing for him finding out the way he had, and while he appreciated that Ica cared, he didn't want him to feel bad for something that wasn't his fault.

"Mr. er... Mr. Johnson," Dayin said quietly as William passed by him on one of his circles around the classroom. "Could I talk to you after class?" he asked. "If you have time," he quickly added.

He could have sworn he saw William roll his eyes. He wasn't sure if it was because he'd asked to talk to him after class, or because he seemed reluctant to ask in the first place. "Yes, I suppose you could. This doesn't have to do with our previous conversation, does it?" he inquired, his pale hazel gaze sweeping the room as he paused by Dayin's desk.

"Er, not... Really?" Dayin stammered. It did, but it didn't. They had briefly discussed his family last time, but... that was more due to them not knowing what happened to his parents, not because of his family history, and definitely not because he wanted his memories back. "It has to do with my memories and my, uh, grandparents."

William raised a bushy eyebrow, though he still didn't seem very interested. He looked more amused than anything. It annoyed Dayin that he found it funny. "I suppose I'll find out more after class," he snorted. "Work on clearing your mind and focusing on healing yourself in the meantime." And then he wandered off again.