Keith figured that she was asleep, and decided it wouldn't hurt to be a nice guy and make her comfortable. he slipped out of bed and then moved close to Alex. Gentle as a lamb, he picked her head up off of the wall and slipped the pillow behind it to give her head some cushioning. Slowly, as he was at ease, more memories returned to him. Keith began to realize that he was homeless, and hated, and alone except for her. Alex was really the only person who cared. Not to disrespect Erika, but he wasn't very important to her. What Erika wanted was the Alex who used to be there all the time, not the one who's only really there when Keith's around. This didn't bother Keith, Erika was nice to him.<br/><br/>Keith remembered that his father left, and slowly recalled the scars that covered him. Without thought, his hand rose to his chest and he could feel the craters under his shirt. He cringed a bit as he backed away from Alex. Keith was puzzled, what made him so special to her, he was just damaged goods. That's when Keith saw a figure move past the small window in the door to his room. His gaze turned to the door