“Alizeh.” He sounded angry now. “Why did you try to touch me? What is your game?” “I was just”—she sighed—“oh this is ridiculous,” she said in a frustrated burst. “I was only trying to be sympathetic.” He blinked at her, even as tension visibly fled his body. “You were trying to be sympathetic?” he echoed, his incomprehension palpable. “You mean—you were trying to console me?” “Yes.” He pointed at himself. “Me.”
