Dustin looked at him. Blinking a bit. "I see." He didn't see what that had to do with anything really though. He didn't know why someone would help just because someone needed help. No one had ever done that for him before. He smoothed out his top and headed back towards the room. Not as inclined to explore anymore right now. What with a close encounter with an almost fistful of face. He walked off and began to make his way back towards the room. He fiddled with his blade. Damn. Itch. Why did that guy pick him to target? Had he seriously been going to rape him? It was obvious that the guy wanted to punch him. Not that it mattered. He felt dirty now. He pulled at his sleeve. He would go back and cut. He needed to relieve some tension. Heading into the room and locked himself in the bathroom. Taking off his outer shirt that was black. He turned on the tub water on and sat on the edge. Slicing down his arm several times. Then he held the blade to his palm and sliced through the flesh of his inner palm as the blood from his arm flowed downwards in rivers. He hovered his hand above the pool of water in the tub. Letting all the blood drip down off his fingertips. Just watching it and feeling like all the stress and anxiety was flowing out from those cuts and washing down the drain. Thirty minutes later he rinsed out the cuts and bound them with guaze and tape. He then rinsed out the tub. A couple droplets of blood landing on the floor as he left the bathroom after washing the blade clean. He went and laid on the bed singing.