What? Hartley turned around with an alarmed expression, turning even more alarmed when he saw who it was. Why was this guy here? He certainly wasn't supposed to. "You're not supposed to be up here. Better get back down, if my father sees you here he's going to call the police." Trust wasn't something his father specialised in, that much was for sure.

Hartley held on to the bedpost as if that could somehow lend him strength or maybe straightness. "Sorry. I don't mean to be rude, but it's off-limits for..." Okay, how could he say that without sounding classist? Damn language limitation. "You know. Anyone not family."