Chapter 3: Could Be Worse
"What is that even supposed to mean?" Nick asked, bewildered by the new gesture that was neither a shake nor a nod. He frowned.
"Not quite?" He suggested.
The tentacle hesitated.
"Not yet?" It didn't fit the situation, but Nick was just trying his luck. As expected, the tentacle shook its tip.
"...Kind of?" He asked.
The tentacle hesitated again before nodding. That would work.
"So, you're 'kind of' responsible for me and my house being in this forest?" he asked to confirm.
The tentacle nodded while sinking closer to the floor like a drooping flower that had received neither water nor sunlight for several days. Nick almost felt bad for it just by looking at it. It was clear it was sorry or something.
Nick couldn't tell the nuance of the feeling behind the tentacle's movement, but it was clearly apologetic.
"So, it's your fault but not your fault..." Nick thought out loud while leaning back and looking at the ceiling.
"When is something your fault when it isn't your fault?" He asked himself.