Len walked over to her, still a bit stiff but not entirely relaxed. He could begin to read her body language now. She was on the fence about trusting him. No surprise since he'd practically ripped her head off just now. He felt like he had wronged her in a bad way. He was gonna make up for it somehow.<br/><br/>"I'd like you to write your thoughts and feeling in that journal you're holding," He said, his voice lacking some of the life it had before as he stopped in front of her, "that way, I can look it over and see where I might be able to help you."<br/><br/>A thought crossed his mind. He tried to dismiss it but it wouldn't leave. He considered it after a few moments. Tried again to dismiss it as it gained more ground in his mind. After about a minute, he decided to say fuck it and leap.<br/><br/>"Dance with me." He said, looking her in the eyes, "It doesn't have to be long, just as long as you're comfortable with it."