<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://cloudinary-a.akamaihd.net/holdmyticket/image/upload/w_700,h_700,c_fit,c_limit,q_68,dn_72,f_auto/v6/uploads/attractions/1e2453c1814520ce133a4af4f49304e4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Robert 'Bobby' Coles<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The trees<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 5th, Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tessa / Hourglass<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Talking<br/><hr/><br/>Bobby listened to her thoughts with a great deal of care. She was choosing her words carefully and if they were important to her then he owed her attention. Although he immediately disagreed with her statement that he was a good person he at least felt like he was attempting to become one, and didn't fight the statement. Maybe with most others he would, but he didn't feel confrontational with Tess.<br/><br/><strong>"I can't imagine being stuck on repeat like that. It's different for me. I see stuff real slow but I can almost do anything. It's so easy to change things before people even notice."<br/></strong><br/>He listened to her continuing and talking about her step father. He felt a brief millisecond of anger. The idea that a man could mistreat a girl this innocent bit into him. It was rare that he would be pushed into anger at all, but that was one of the easiest ways. He could relate to having a nightmarish family member, at least.<br/><br/><strong>"My dad was the devil. As sure as I'm alive I've got the devil in me. I was a devil boy, he made sure I knew that."</strong><br/><br/>Bobby fell quiet after saying that. He wasn't sure how to continue it, and expected Tess would likely fight the statement. Most people didn't like his talk of demons. At the very least her continued assurance of her belief in him was helping. She seemed to want to encourage him to better himself, which was a welcome to change from distrust or hate. Maybe she was right, too. Maybe with enough time other people would learn to accept and trust him. But he wouldn't have called it needing more time, himself. He was a far cry away from deserving of trust, and so their hatred or fear for him was entirely understandable. He didn't welcome it, but he didn't fight it either.