Ethan's fangs slowly folded back, hiding behind his pearly whites. He watched closely as Ruby and Ericka had backed off, to which he sighed in relief. All that stress, it was starting to get to him a bit. But, at least it was over now, right? He crossed the room to get a couple of tissues from the tissue box and made his way back over to Elizabeth, sitting down again. He stared at the tissues in his hands for a moment, rubbing his thumb over them, then glanced at Elizabeth, slowly turning to face her now. He didn't speak, though his face was emotionless, he dared himself to extend a hand over to her face, gently touch her lower jaw and turn her head to face him. To which, Ethan used one of the tissues to wipe the tears from her eyes, carefully. He didn't even seem to mind it much, that this fierce looking guy who had just barely stepped foot into this room, stopped 2 girls from harassing a quiet, shy girl and now he was feeling like her care taker.<br/><br/>But nonetheless, he was gentle for now. His face was emotionless, maybe cold as stone, but either way, he had helped her. He had stood up for her when she couldn't do it alone. Maybe because he sensed it? Or maybe because he was intimidating enough to scare her attackers away? That,<span style="font-style: italic">The Viper</span>would take the time to help someone he didn't know. Maybe that was his protective side? But he didn't have any friends here. So why did it feel like he already made one? He already knew he made a couple of enemies, and even if he won the battle, he most certainly did not win the war yet.