Dustin watched her come over and flop down on his bed. He looked at her curiously. She was close but she wasnâ€™t touching him. He looked at his blade. He would never use it on Reni. She was the only one he trusted. He would never do anything to hurt her. He looked at her skeptically. He did not feel he was hot and sexy. It had been verbally beaten into his head that he was disgusting and ugly. That he was a horrible sight on the eyes. â€œIf you say so...â€ He said softly. He didnâ€™t agree with her because he had been told otherwise so long he didnâ€™t believe anything other than what had been repeatedly told to him. With time that would change. He was sure it would. He looked at the ground. â€œI donâ€™t want to get to know them. They would want in my bubble...â€ he trailed off when she suddenly got off the bed. The dagger had been place on the other side of him. He just stared for a moment when she got off the bed rather quickly.<br/><br/>He opened his mouth as she suddenly rushed away from him. â€œBut...I...â€ He started out. Sighing and looking down very hurt. â€œI would never use it on you Reni...â€ He said softly. Going into the middle of his bed and curled up. He would never use it on her because she was the only one he could truly trust. Even if it was just a budding trust it was still there. He looked off into space. He felt like a monster because of how fast she rushed away from him. He was quite pale by the thought she was now scared of him. He didnâ€™t move to go eat until his stomach highly demanded it. He slowly sat up and got off the bed. Walking into the kitchen and it didnâ€™t escape his attention that instead of sitting near him like usual she sat at the far end of the table.<br/><br/>That pang of pain got deeper and cut even crueler upon his heart. He looked down and sat at his usual chair where she normally sat near him on the other side of the corner. He just moved the broth soup stuff around with his spoon. He didnâ€™t cry. He rarely cried. He only cried when it was so bad he couldnâ€™t stop the tears. He had learned to not cry even when the pain was harsh and hurt like hell. Crying had only made his dad angrier. He still for some reason had tears rimming his eyes. It hurt. It hurt that she didnâ€™t trust him not to use it on her. It should have been unsaid but known that he would never touch her with it. He blinked trying to blink away the tears. Just sort of playing with his food. He wasnâ€™t hungry. His appetite went away, despite his stomach saying otherwise, when she bolted from him like he would hurt her.<br/><br/>â€œI would...I would never...â€ He started out in a soft whisper. â€œUse it...on you. You are the only one...â€ He gulped again. â€œThat I can...trust...even a small amount. I would never hurt you.â€ His voice didnâ€™t come above a whisper. He then fell silent and blinked away tears again.