Gray's attempt to pull his hood back over his head is blocked by Aurora's hand. He freezes again when she slowly runs her thumb over his bruise, and as he looks into her eyes once more he notices what seems to be tears. Then her question makes him look away, deep green eyes darkening like storm clouds rushing across a sky. He reaches one of his own hands up to gently grab hers away from his face. Momentarily holding it, he hesitates. Could he tell her? She seemed to already understand to have figured it out. So where was the harm? Sighing softly he releases his grip on her hand. " My father." He mumbles eyes flicking to hers and then away quickly.<br/>Suddenly she is moving grabbing up her bag. He watches in silence unsure what to donor say. So instead he just stays quiet as she pulls a cell phone from her bag and places it in his hand. Blinking some he looks at the cell phone then her as she speaks. Again surprised by her words, he nods his head still not making direct eye contact. " Thanks." He mumbles feeling embarrassed. He didn't want people to pity him. He didn't want what happened to him to define who he was. Gray places the cell phone in his pocket then looks at Aurora. " Why are you so nice to me?" He asks her finally.