Dustin almost pouted when she had turned away from him a little. He didn't really understand why she kept doing that. Why she seemed to blame herself for something that was out of her control. He looked at her. Studying her. "It is okay. It wasn't like you knew your mother was going to do that." He said softly. He looked down. "Please stop crying. Please. I don't blame you and everything you do to help me...I appreciate. So...don't beat yourself up...over something you had no control over." he said softly. He looked at her.<br/><br/>He bit his lower lip. "Reni...do...do I need to tell her about the cutting? Or about the times I snap and...and try to die?" he asked meekly. He needed to know. He needed to know if he had to tell her mother about that. He looked down. "I don't want her to think less of me because I am a cutter. I can't help it. I really can't. It is how I cope. I do it less now but I doubt I will ever not have times I cut. It might get less and less but...it is my coping skill. I can't just stop it. Even if I wanted to. It helps me stay...sane." He said in a soft voice. "I don't want your parents to think less of me...because of how I learned to cope so I could survive." He was whipsering now.<br/><br/>He stood up and looked at her. "I am ready. Lead the way Reni. Let us...let us get this over with." He touched his hair then remembered the long strands were in a tight braid that Reni had helped him put it in. He had been going to french braid it but Reni had wanted to do it so he let her. Even though he had been statue like the entire time. She hadn't touched him at all. He headed towards the door. "Lead the way." He said again. A hint of a smile as he then looked down.