He blinked as she flicked him on the head. What the hell was this chicks deal? Dilly Dally Nilly Nally? She made no sense. He looked away. "If I gave up then I would have let them fully win. By not giving up was the only way I was able to fight back. To stand a chance. To make it so that they would never truly win." He said softly. He looked at her. He had life in him still? How was that possible when he felt like his life had been smothered for such a long time. He didn't have an answer to why he was talking to her. "I guess because you are talking to me and it would be rude to ignore you. Besides which you don't seem the type to let someone ignore you." He said simply. Looking at her and blinked. He could? Words were easy to say but to truly let it go when you felt alone...that was not so easy. "How can you always be so smiley?" He asked. Sounding utterly confused.<br/><br/>He rubbed the back of his head. He didn't realize she had seen the scar. Didn't realize she felt something for him no one ever had...sympathy. He was trying so hard to figure this chick out. Yet still she confused the hell out of him. He just couldn't understand her. He just wanted to figure her out but came up with complete blanks. He turned and saw the pain and hurt. He reached up and touched her cheek. "You have so much life yet it seems maybe you could understand." He said softly. He lowered his hand soon as he realized what he had done. Pulling it away like he expected her to hit him for the action he had done. He looked at her. "You are nice. Too nice towards me and it doesn't make sense. No one has ever been nice to me before." He said honestly. "It doesn't make sense. I don't understand it. If I don't figure it out how am I supposed to understand someone actually being warm and kind towards me?" He countered.<br/><br/>Did things happen for a reason? If so what the fucking hell was the reason he had been tortured so since six months old? "I don't know." He said softly. What was the reason he came in here? As far as he remembered he just felt drawn here by the bass music. The reason to why he got up on stage. "Not all of them are watery..." He said softly. They weren't. "I know the reason I got up on stage." He said softly. Now when the hell had he accepted her as a friend? He really didn't recall such a decision or such a conversation. He didn't wish to hurt her and thus drive a wedge between them so he didn't point that out. Or argue with her on it. "I know the reason I went on stage and spoke my poems. I wanted to be heard. To have someone realize there was more to those poems than simply well thought together words." He said. Looking away. "I wanted someone to understand that I needed someone...to want to be there for me. To want to reach past the barriers I set up against the world. To see I was in pain and want to make it better."<br/><br/>He blinked as she took her to pointer fingers and put it at the corners of his mouth. What the hell was she doing? He felt her make his lips smile but it didn't meet his eyes. He almost chuckled at her pouty face. She would teach him to smile and be happy. He looked at her. "You have beautiful eyes." He said. They were such a unique color. He hadn't even realized he had said that outloud. "How do you plan to teach me to smile and be happy? I don't remember ever feeling such an emotion as happiness." He said. He looked at her. She was such a fiesty and firey spirited soul. It was in a way amusing even though his emotions he had blocked off in order to surprise. So much life in him? So much happiness, joy and playfulness? That would be his wolf...that wasn't him. "You really are seeing things that aren't there. Or you are seeing things I've never seen myself having. Either way you confuse the hell out of me Honey." He said.<br/><br/>He stood up and looked at her. "Night creatures...that would be bad." He said in agreement. He looked at her. Watching her start to walk off. She would love to be his friend? Why? He just didn't get this lively and uplifting woman. Yet it was hard not to feel like maybe she could teach him to be alive. To feel again. Yet was it safe to feel again? "Hang out?" He echoed. He got up and followed her. Feeling the wolf telling him he needed to protect her. He followed her. "My wolf will protect you from those things that go bump in the night." He said simply. She wanted to hang out with him. His mind circled back to those words.<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe we can hang out before work tomorrow or sometime after...its up to you. Up to you.</span>Those words echoed in his mind. The last three ringing out a bit afterwards. He would protect the strange positive girl. He had never had someone be positive towards him. It was confusing but actually was nice. To have someone not be pushed away or killed off by the way he was. "We'll see Honey." He said simply.