She could tell by his slightly slurred words that he was at least a little bit intoxicated, which would explain the empty bottles that scattered his home. His forehead was still gashed, and she wanted to make sure his body wasn’t beaten too badly, but she doubted that he would allow her anywhere near him. She didn’t blame him, no one trusted her family and in return, no one trusted her. She found it hard to make friends outside her company, as even people in the wealthy class despised her despicable parents. She tried her best not to take offense to the sting of his tone, he was just angry, she understood. Honestly, she didn’t think he would even let her inside, it was a surprise to her.<br/><br/>She huffed as he, again, spit a remark at her, watching as he took a cookie. Despite his cold words, the fact that he enjoyed her gift made her a bit happier, she wasn’t completely useless at least. She watched him grab his bottle and walk to his couch, standing awkwardly at the counter. She eventually pushed herself and walked over, standing a few feet away, her eyes scanning him. She wanted to get some light in this apartment, but she doubted that’s what he wanted. She cleared her throat, ignoring the strong smell of alcohol.<br/><br/>“I’m not a Girl Scout, and I don’t want anything from you. Besides, the only thing you would offer me is more foul remarks, so I think I’ll pass on the attitude.” She crosses her arms, leaning to her left to get his attention on her. “Can I at least fix up your forehead, you’re not much of a looker with blood across your face, no offense.” She was joking, of course, but the air was stale and she thought the conversation could use some humor. She wasn’t sure what had happened in his life to make him so unhappy, but she wasn’t one to press. She just wanted to help, and maybe she’s being overbearing but she’s always confined to the rules and requests of her parents, she wanted to help someone for once, wanted to actually make a difference.