Dustin was used to comforting words. They were empty words. How could there be a comfort from anyone for someone as unlovable as himself? It made no sense to him at all. Not in the slightest. He didn't even realize what he had revealed to Fiona. He had never spoke to anyone about it. Always stuck to himself and cut himself when it was needed. Pain he needed to rationalize. Physical and emotional pain...he needed to understand it. If he inflicted the pain on himself it would thus make sense. In a dark sort of way it made true sense. He looks at her and his hand rose up and touched her cheek. The one not numb from blood loss. Soft fingers touched her cheek to make sure he was hallucinating. Looking at her as she wrapped his arms. Why was she doing this? It made no sense. Even after she said why it made no sense. Slightly did but on a whole made absolutely no sense at all. He merely looked at her. Standing up weakly and almost falls into her. He walked with her over to his bed and sits down. Saying nothing for a good long silence. "Sorry." he finishes with. "Who did your mom engage you to this time?"