Lyall sighed bringing  over the remainder of the food she took a seat across from him. Choosing to ignore his question at the moment because to her it as not something she wished to dwell on. She just smiled lightly and began to put a bit of food onto her plate. Pouring on the syrup then cutting off a bite she took the time to chew and shallow before she commented on anything.<br/><br/>â€œI...I just....â€ she struggled for a moment to try and gather her thoughts, wanting to properly convey her feelings and emotions. â€œI am just worried about where this was going....you know us....â€ she said softly then shrugged. â€œI mean I know that you like being around me, you hang out enough in my DJ booth for me to know that but...â€ she sighed again. â€œI know I know. I worry too much about things that I have no control over. My mother tells me that I am going to worry myself into an early grave...â€ she joked lightly as she looked down at her food just messing with it now as she remained silent in thought.<br/><br/>â€œI mean I even smell bad to you....â€ she said as she pouted a bit, realizing just how much of a fucked up relationship they would have if they did decide to try and make this work.