Dustin didnâ€™t know if he would let her help or not. He didnâ€™t know what he would do. He didnâ€™t know if he could trust her enough to let her help him. He looked at her. â€œUnless my grandmother is just as powerful or more powerful in society as they are.â€ He pointed out. â€œThen they would know but have had no control over it. They would just have a heads up.â€ He didnâ€™t know who his grandmother was. Just that she was extremely wealthy and from very, very old money. He didnâ€™t really care. It wasnâ€™t his money and he wasnâ€™t sure what to do with the offer that had come in the mail. His grandmother offered to give him money on weekly intervals. He had never answered her because that wasnâ€™t something he was sure how to handle. He looked at her and stumbled back into the wall of the elevator. Tensing and flushed as she ended up against him. He didnâ€™t move a single centimeter while she was touching. â€œY-yeah sure.â€ He said. Unsure what else to say or do. He followed her out to the lake and felt a sense of relief. He enjoyed peaceful waters such as a lake. He picked up a rock and skipped it. It skipped over the water four times before plunking down to the bottom of the lake. â€œI like peaceful places like lakes.â€ He said softly. â€œThere was always so much chaos...it was rare to find any place where there was peace. When I did I would stay there for hours. Then head home back into hell on earth.â€ His voice soft. He watched her toss her rock. â€œHow can you be nice to someone you donâ€™t even know?â€ He asked. Sure he probably asked something similar to it earlier but this kindness and gentleness she showed him was a foreign concept. It just didnâ€™t click easily.