Lance was surprised that a week later she was still okay with being around him. He wanted to spend time with her and this worried him at times. He was afraid these times they had would come to an end. He didn't wish it to though. She was his new friend and they had become a bit closer over this past week. He knew she had doubts though about going back to general. He knew she could do it...even if she herself had yet to realize this. He felt she was saddened and still haunted by her one mistake. People made mistakes yet she didn't seem to realize this.<br/><br/>He sighs a bit. He had to make sure that she was okay. He wanted to make her better but didn't know how to do this. He just wanted her happy yet he didn't know how to do this. He wanted her to smile and not look so haunted. He just couldn't figure out how to do that. He sighs a bit and looked down. He would fix her. He would make her better. He just knew this was a challenge he could not afford to lose. He needed to help her beat this...but how?<br/><br/>He sighs and looks out the window. The desert sands held his gaze. He never did anything to her when she was sleeping. That just felt wrong. He wanted to pretend she was just a project but he couldn't. He was caring too much about her maybe but he couldn't help it. He had a feeling she might not like that. Or if she did...she wouldn't accept it. These were fears that he felt as of late. He didn't want her to go away. Maybe that was why he was selfishly trying to help her yet not trying at the same time. It was complex and confusing to him.<br/><br/>He looks at her and bites his lower lip. "When you are better and not haunted by nightmares." He says softly. He looks at her and nods his head. "Well...give it another week. If you are still not feeling better yet desiring to go to your home..." he swallows nervously. "We will go to your home. I will bring all the items and equipment I will need. That way you can um...be where you are comfortable." he says meekly. He didn't want her to leave. Not at all.<br/><br/>He flushed and looked down. He did have feelings for her yet was afraid she wouldn't return those emotions. So he hadn't told her yet. It was in fact on his mind a lot yet he hid it well. He had not found anything wrong with her except for mental trauma and anguish. Both of which he had already informed her. He was saddened by the fact he couldn't fix it. He wanted to fix it and make it better yet he didn't know how to do this.<br/><br/>However, none of that was what was wrong. No what was wrong had nothing to do with her. Not at all. It had to do with his ex-best friend. They had been friends until the man become evil. That was so long ago. He didn't trust his old friend anymore. Plus the man is harrassing him. He could not afford to make super humans or robots to kill for him. He sighs a bit. "The President is a psychopath. I don't mean it in a bad way. I just mean it as in he literally is a psychopath. I knew him a long time ago Emily. He has only gotten worse instead of better." He turns to the wall. "At one point...we were friends. When we were very little. Now...now he is evil to the very core of his existance."<br/><br/>Tears were in his eyes. "He wants to rule the world Emily. Trying to make me make him super humans or robots to kill those that will oppose him. I refuse to do that. I don't wish to do either of those things. Please Emily...I don't want to lose you to that maniac." He says in a terrorfied voice.