"Yeah...it looks nice...and I'm sorry...I was just so...angry..." She mutters softly, noticing how tired he looked. The dark circles, the tired smile...the way he had to use the wall to support himself as he struggled to his feet. It made her feel sad for him, and guilty for what she had done. She bites her lip, and watches as he made his way over to the couch, and yelps in surprise when he fell, crashing into her. "I-it's alright..." She says softly, helping him up onto the couch. "A-are y-you going to be a-alright?" She asks, her voice stuttering and quiet, as she held back the tears that were threatening to fall.<br/><br/>"Why...d-did you d-do that?" She asks, her bottom lip trembling. "W-why did you d-do what y-you did?" She looks to his face, her own having a genuine look of worry. She looked...so human then, her eyes shimmering. "A-are you g-going to be okay?" She whispers, reaching out to touch his face, but before her fingers touch his cheek, she pulls her hand back. She remembered how he had acted at the park...did he still think of her as a monster? If so...she didn't think he would want her touching him.