Dustin nodded his head and didn't watch her get dressed. He just strummed the guitar lightly now. He listened to her as she spoke. Watching her walk over to him. He covered the scratches on his hand with his other hand. They didn't matter. Nothing mattered. He lowered the guitar to the floor and just covered the scratched on the back of his hand with his other hand. He looked at her as she spoke. Nodding his head to show he agreed that her cousin was a bitch. "She thinks she can own me doesn't she?" He said in a soft voice. Looking down softly. "I often wished my parents would disappear. Or that I could. Those wishes and desires never came true but I would hope them." He said with a soft sigh. He leaned back on his hands. He looked at her. "You don't look much better than you did. I really do hope you are okay." He said honestly. He looked at her and smiled. "I suppose it is time for us to go to sleep. What is the first class in the morning?" He asked softly. He yawned a bit and stretched. He realy had tried not to cut but old habits died hard and he was like an addiction to stay sane. He smiled a tiny bit and then just took it easy. It was time for bed for sure.