Those moments of silence felt like forever before her lips parted, and she voiced her speechlessness. Nervous nerves pulse, and tick from anxiety as he watches her step, and close off distance between them. His cores focused on her as the creature takes a position on the bed beside him. Her graceful, and delicate touch on his leg sating temporary want to be acknowledged by her. Her words not taken lightly with a grain of salt as she voices her hurt, and frustration. Hearing the girl say 'on the regular' seemed so out of character for her, and he can't stifle the hearty chuckle that leaves his throat. Wric's mouth is dryer than it's ever been at the soft sentiment from the girl. "I-i can do that for you." The normally masculine, and macho male stammers like a nervous calculus student as he brings his hulking hand over her jaw. Leaning in close to press his lips gently against the nymph's cheek just for a quick peck. "I missed talking to you."<br/><br/>The side kick admits, and pulls back to lean back against his sheets some. "You look tired, you should get some rest.. Ditcher." he says hypocritically as he rolls his eyes at her, and gives her a gentle nudge with his hand. "Go on.. rest up."