When A.J. had left the room, he just sat there, his knees pulled up to his chest. He rested his chin on his knees, doing nothing but shedding tears. She was right, he was such a cry baby. Maybe it's because his life was hard as a child. That he resulted to helping others. But, he just felt that worry in his heart. That he was afraid that A.J. would hate him if he told her who he was. If she found out, if she knew... He sort of felt that he could have done something to help A.J. and all he really did felt like he did nothing. The tears continued to fall down his face, but he remained quiet. He was too soft-hearted, that was the problem. The fact that he can play off as White Cat, yet he still won't even think of killing a person. If he were in danger, would he do it? Would he kill a person? Or just do what A.J. said and run? How far would he get?<br/><br/>All the thoughts were starting to get to him, so he shook it off and got out of bed. He decided that the best way to calm his mind and sore muscles was a nice shower. So he left his room and walked into the bathroom, closing the door. He started the shower up, stripped himself of his pajamas and let the warm water wash his worries away. He always did this when he was stressed about something. Just the thoughts of A.J. actually talking about White Cat.. Well, sure, she got a glimpse of him.. But what made him worry most was the fact that White Cat was reminded of himself. Of course, because he was White Cat, but A.J. didn't know that. Some things really could not be changed.<br/><br/>He rested his head against the wall of the shower, letting the hot water run down his back and relax his sore muscles. He slowly raised his hand, his fingers touching his lips where A.J. had kissed him yesterday. A small smile came to his lips. "Well, they were soft.. I can't deny that.." he whispered. Eventually, he washed up and turned the shower off. He stepped out and dried himself off, wrapping a towel around his waist and securing it tightly. He left the bathroom and went into his bedroom to his closet, searching for something to wear. Often times he had hard decisions on making choices. But, who could blame him, right?