Yoko watches her eyes open. Looking at her. Blinking as she practically flew out of his hold and across the room. Maybe not literally but it sure as hell seemed like it. He looks at her. Tilting his head to the side. Why was everyone so judgmental? So he had a tricksters smile. It was part of who HE was. He couldn't and wouldn't change that for anyone. He stares at her. Sighing. "Fine. Stay over there." he says grumpily.<br/><br/>Looking at her in confusion. "What do I want from you? I was merely helping you. Jeez. Sorry for showing concern for another aside from myself. Must have missed the memo saying helping another was now a crime." he says bitterly. She was so doubting. It would be hurtful and it was. Yet at the same time it wasn't. "I am helping you because I can." he blinks. Watching the tears flow down her cheeks.<br/><br/>He looks at her. Waiting til she asked the question again. "Because...I know what it is like to be an outcast. To belong to two seperate places yet unable to belong to either due to not being purely one or the other." he says honestly. "I know what it is like...to not have that friendly face to turn to. That calming shoulder upon which to cry into. The kind ear in which to speak to and be listened to." he was being honestly.<br/><br/>"My name is Yoko. What is yours?" he asks.