"Horrid." He answered shortly, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. Though he couldn't say it yet, he had missed her. For a second he wondered why he'd texted her to begin with. he felt his heart beat pick up when her hand in his, but felt dread After he took his lip From her hand. He wanted to hold on to her hand forever. He wanted it to be his hand. To never let anybody hold this hand again...but she wouldn't like that. He had tried to tell her before but she had brushed him off, saying something along the lines of, i love you to Bro.<br/>"So. You still seeing that douche who hurt you every other day of the week?"  He asked, she knew how he felt about that prick. He'd told her not to but stayed up all hours of the night to hold her and calm her after he had messed her up again. "And if your still with him, you know where to find me." He knew he didn't have to say anything else. She knew what he meant....it she should.