Keith's smile waned a bit, but didn't completely go away. Even if it was just that, just letting her get it off of her chest, Keith felt like he had helped a bit. His breathing was calm, but that wretched heartache was back. He wanted a hug and a kiss, but he knew better than to ask, than to approach just yet. "Like I said . . ." His voice was small, pathetic almost, but clear. "Even if you just need to beat up on me a bit so that you feel better, I'll be here for you." There was a tear rolling down his face, but his weak smile wouldn't go away. "I'll leave my notes here for you, and the helmet is yours now, it doesn't fit me anymore." He turned to leave, figuring she wanted to be alone.<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">"No, you must be joking. She just told you flat out that she would ruin you and you're going to let her. You spineless worm, she wants a man, not some pathetic coward. She will never love you, even if your Disney bullshit works and she suddenly learns how to feel, she won't feel for you. She just told you herself."</span>