Keith looked into her eyes. He felt that same attraction he felt when they first meet. Somehow, this was reassuring to him. Standing tall, he turned his back to her and took his shirt off. Though his body healed incredibly quickly, it couldn't erase the scars of his youth. Deep red cuts in his skin all over his back, and when he turned around, on his chest and stomach as well.<br/><br/>"My parents abused me. But instead of telling other people, I became a fighter. I became angry and bitter and just kept fighting. When ever I wasn't fighting, I felt numb. All of my life has been spent moving from one fight to the next. That's why I was in the slam, I beat an undercover cop near to death, he's still in a coma last I heard. That's even why I accepted the invitation to the tournament, I was chasing a way to make the numbness disappear. But something happened tonight. I met you. I've been in relationships before, but no matter what, it was always empty. Something about you fills me up, I don't feel empty when I'm around you. I know you think I'm just a dumb oaf, and a jerk from the slam to boot, but for the first time in my life, I care about someone. I don't know how act, or how to think, or even how to breath half the time when you're around, but when you're gone, I get worried. That's why I glared at Max, and then chased the limo around town trying to find you, and why I beat the thug within an inch of his life for what he called you when you were asleep. I-I feel like I should be close to you. I know you don't feel the same way, but since you asked, I thought you should know" He felt very open and weak right now. He lowered his eyes to the ground, not sure if it was okay to look at her in the face right now