Once David arrived home and helped Erin up the stairs, he went to put his things away. He stood there, looking at her for a moment. He sat on the bed next to her, his legs crossed. He tried to speak to her, not knowing if his pronunciation or anything of the words was even right. "A-Ar..Are... y..yo..you... a..a..al..alr..alri...alright?" he asked her, the sound of struggle and worry in his voice. He didn't want her to feel hurt. He then reached out his hand so he could hold hers, rubbing his thumb across the top of her hand. He was worried about her, a lot. As his only friend, he only wanted what was best for her.