“You’re appallingly easygoing and probably too kind, if your treatment of me is any indication. You exude goodwill. I worry that you’ll be taken in by the first sad story you hear, and that you’ll wind up destitute and disappointed in humanity.” Peter didn’t say anything but Caleb could feel his gaze. “Is that supposed to be a compliment or an insult?” Peter eventually asked. “I wish I knew,” Caleb sighed.
