As he continued to listen to Cassidy, there was a slowing down of his pace. His face, showing both his tiredness and enjoyment of being with his girl, of being in her, soon took on a look of distance and thought. His actions became a bit more automated, almost robotic, as he dwelled on things that he'd rather forget.<br/><br/>It's true. For over a year, he had hurt. He had lost not only her, but in his spiral of despair, he had lost many friends, most of his life savings frittered away on booze, junk food, and probably stupid things that he can't even remember spending it on, because of the alcoholic haze.<br/><br/>And then, then, after he finally got himself cleaned up, after he got all the shit out of his body, got himself back up on his feet, had a new place to live, and even an in with a place that he could get a good job to tide him over... it was then, and only then, that Erica entered his life again.<br/><br/>And just like that, in an instant, life changed again. Now he was here. On the one hand, he always had wanted her back; always wanted to be back with his beloved. But, never in his life did he imagine it would be like this, under these strange circumstances.<br/><br/>It felt like hours in his mind. In truth, it was maybe a full minute, maybe two, where he just seems lost. Then, the pace quickens. His hand moves to her other breast, giving it attention as well. He shuddered a bit, started to breath heavier as he continued to pound away into her.<br/><br/>Yet, he does nothing to hurt her. He didn't want to hurt her, only wanted her to be happy, to feel good. If that meant another woman being involved, he would be okay with that. He also knew that she had never meant to harm him, that really, his anger should be directed towards the blond. "It's okay, Erica." he said, looking down to her, looking in her eyes. There was nothing there but forgiveness, which was perhaps something Cassidy was not expecting.