Nataku stroked her back, and stared at her with withheld horror when she expressed her distress. It was what he had feared then. What else was there to assume? She'd been touched. Aly was a beautiful girl, but he thought her innocent demeanor and kind personality would have kept the worst of the dredge off her. She certainly hadn't told him about this kind of thing before. But however bad he felt for her, he tried to smile a little when she fell against him. He hugged her tightly and nodded.<br/><br/>"Of course you can go home."<br/><br/>He stayed with her there, becoming late too, while waiting for the next train back. There was no real way for him to make this go faster for her, but at least he found a corner that wasn't so crowded, where he offered her to sit. There was anger too, spiraling in the boy. However stand-up and well-composed he seemed, he still felt somewhat possessive about her, they were together, in a sense, so he was also fuming on the inside. He tried to keep it from showing, but thought it might be good to show some of his manlier sides now for her, no matter how toxic.<br/><br/>He didn't know the extent of what had happened to her, and definitely not that there were ample, wet proof that she might have enjoyed some of it too, so he saw no reason not to offer her a seat on the bench. It wasn't out of place to rest in her position, and he wanted to do as much as possible to make her feel better, and eventually forget. The boy didn't know that she'd been fingered to soreness in the very end he was proposing she put on the seat.<br/><br/>"I'll ride with you, okay?" he offered. He was sure the teachers would understand. He could send a text to a friend and explain it. And even if he did get in trouble, it should be worth it. Nataku was a stellar student, the top of his class in both academic subjects and sports, so he didn't think much of a warning. He stood by her, and looked her over, to see if the perpetrator had left any physical evidence. He lingered slightly on the blush around her neck, but his innocent imagination couldn't even grasp that someone might target her there.<br/><br/>Raiko held on to the pole and rummaged through the bag that he'd taken from her the moment he'd shoved her out. He smiled to himself when he took a drink from her soda. The girl that kept on giving. He sighed with utter satisfaction and used the wetwipe they'd included in her order to clean his mouth. He left the fingers with traces of her. When he picked up the burger and its wrapping, he snickered. They'd written her name over the paper. He hummed in glee as he lamented on the fact that he'd molested the girl, and stole her lunch.