Dustin couldn't look directly at her. He shouldn't have tried to force her to eat. Even if he wasn't being forceful about it. She wouldn't have climbed out the window. Thus the events that happened wouldn't have occured. He heard her whispering to him yet shrugged. He waved it off visually so. Reading what she wrote and didn't reply. Not even on paper. He hurt but was going to deal with it later. He had gotten into a fight....and won. He did it to protect his friend. Class ended and he just walked in silence towards the room with her.<br/><br/>Stopping when she stepped in front of him and after she said to stop. He looked up at her. Saying nothing for a moment. "..........." He didn't say anything until he saw the pure worry in her eyes. He heard it in her voice and flinched at the slightly yelled command. "You were attacked. Some guy was saying vulgar things to you. He was trying to take your clothes off. He is in jail now. He attacked you and dragged you behind the building. He slapped you and you screamed. I was looking for you and came running. You fainted shortly after I appeared. I kicked his ass for touching you and pulling your shirt up. If I hadn't come he would have raped you. It made me mad so I kicked his ass. He fought back. We got into it. I knocked him out and called the cops."<br/><br/>He bites his lip. "I didn't want you to hate me. I protected you but you might hate me because I was violent with the guy for hurting you. For touching you without you wanting it." He was shaking a bit. "I picked you up, pulled your shirt down since he had pulled it up, and carried you back to the room. Tucked you in bed and was worrying and hoping all night long that you would be okay."