Jonathan looked over at Maylu. She was pretty, but he was still a little worried. This type of girl was new to him. She was more like he was, quiet and shy at times. He tried to hear what she said, but only got a snippet. He continued standing there next to the window, unsure of what to do. She obviously didn't cringe or make him go away, or punch him like the other girls in the care room had, but she might later. Unless she objected or something happened, he liked just standing in Maylu's presence.