I like you. Even when you insist on mocking me.

But obviously it's not really that simple. There's this like, partly locked part of my mind that deals with the fact that you are... what you are. I tend to not really think about that unless I have to, but I know it's there. And that makes what I really think of you really pretty complicated and hard to describe.

But, you know, it's not like I'm not used to the so-called adults in my life not being entirely reliable.