"We need to talk," After such a statement, Haley should have immediately followed up with the reason why they needed to talk. But then she remembered that she'd left a pot on the stove, with very little water in it, and ran to turn it off.
With the house no longer in danger of burning down thanks to her, she turned back to Roth and was surprised to find him still standing where she had left him. She had at least expected that he would take the opportunity to take a seat. After all he had been standing ever since he had arrived, but he seemed frozen on the spot.
"Roth, are you alright?" Haley asked. Given her current emotional state, she had no right to be inquiring about somebody else's well-being. Her grandfather had literally just tried to emotionally assassinate her. But she found herself more worried about Roth than about herself. Clearing his throat, the man nodded far too quickly for it to be believable.
