Crying the tears were fading by now, she cried hard when she had been in the shower. All the hurt she had was still there hut seeing him... Him sitting on he bed like he had come back for something... It was gone. Viola wanted to know what he wanted. Wanted him to talk with her. Not once did she think he was to be hated, to be called a monster for hurting her. He was her friend, she thought... She though she lost a friend because of her own concern. Looking like a painting the two were quiet till he spoke, her head lifted and she listened after he said her name again. She put her foot all the way on the floor and let one armrest at her side, the other gripping the towel still. Viola was surprised even more, he came back to her to apologize. He was even crying.Â<br/><br/>Though when he said he was afraid she would hate him she shook her head, not speaking, water drops flew as she leaned on the door. How could she hate him? So what if he cut? So what that he got beat by some man? She didn't hate him for it- she hated the man. The man who hurt him. Looking up she bit back tears, "I-I don't hate you... I care about you- I even forgive you for running..." her head lowered as she let tears fall. With a push she moved and was soon in front of him, arms wrapped around him, her head on his chest as she held onto him. Yes she was still in a towel, yes she was naked underneath. Viola didn't care. She could give a fuck less if she was nude and in a towel hugging him right then, he needed a hug. She knew it. He was her friend, she just wanted him happy,Â "Matt, I don't hate you- I care. I was worried someone beat you or hurt you... I'd never be mad if you did it to yourself, not at all. I would try hard to make you happy." one arm let go and she gripped the back of his injured arm softly lifting it up.Â<br/><br/>His bloody hand was then held in her own as she pressed closer, "We are friends. If you are hurt... I'll take care of you. If you are sad, I'll be there for you." she looked up at him. Her wet hair beginning to dry a little, yet it still clung to her face in places. Her eyes lightly bloodshot from crying, "Matthew... Let me be there for you. You don't need to tell me much about what goes on if you don't want. All I ask is that you say something, even if it's not the full truth." she then hugged him again. Her head rested against him, still conscious about the towel but... She would let it slide. He was back- he needed her. Â So for now... It mattered not.Â