<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>Terrence was taken aback by their proximity and her reaction.  He had felt sure that she'd flare up again, but no.  This was something all-together different.<br/>It was the proximity that got to him, he hadn't been this physically close to <span style="font-style: italic">anyone</span> for years, male or female.<br/>His facial expression had changed, instead of being it's previous dull and gloomy it was now wide-eyed, mildly shocked and looking all too vulnerable.  He found he couldn't look at her, especially her eyes.  He looked down at the ground, like a small, ashamed child, being talked down to.<br/>"I saw something.  Something in my head that reminded me of the melting pot of shit we're in.  I try not to be a pessimist, but it's all I've got.  I haven't fired my guns for any more reason than to slay elk for years, I have no other weapon but my own cynicism."<br/>He carefully placed his plate down, a small hunk of meat still sitting on it.  He ignored it completely, not even caring that he was wasting otherwise, good food.<br/>"As for love...I don't feel it, I don't even know it.  Like an estranged sibling or some bullshit like that."</div></blockquote>