Affection for an Imaginary Character?

After another hour or so, Ian was finally done learning the basics of the basic etiquettes of this world. He looked like a human skeleton with one foot at the grave when Rob left.

"Are you okay?"

Ash peeked at his face before he asked.

"It's difficult... Why are the high societies so complicated?"

'Who would've thought 'The weather is kind of hot today' meant I was making them uncomfortable and that I should take my leave??? Who the fuck came up with these stupid lines?!'

"Aren't you also a noble?"

"Haha.. Right, ain't I?"

Ian plopped down on the bed as he answered. It was silent for a long time before small footsteps could be heard as someone carefully came near the bed. Ian raised his head to look at Ash who was standing in front of him.

"Do you need something?"

"Here."

"?"

Ian looked at the hand stretched in front of him. He was holding a lemon tart in his hand.

"For me?"

A vigorous nod was the reply to his question. He took the tart from Ash's hand and took a bite