He understood her analogy, but he wasn't sure if he like that she described herself in such a morbid-ish way. At the moment she was the light in his darkness and he didn't want her to feel like she was... he didn't have a word for it, but he knew the feeling.<br/><br/>Something about me? Well a lot of things I can't say and a lot I can... "<span style="color: #00FF00">U-umm... I-I like to w-write poems a-and short s-stories. The f-fiction stuff.</span>" He decided to start with something he knew they had in common. Writing.