Sarah Jane felt his touch on her neck and in her hair, normally shying from contact from males in general. The advances of her mother’s boyfriend after the death of her grandmother and then the streets had caused this. Though she had managed to prevent anything to dark happening it had left its mark upon her.<br/><br/>Some how Vince was very different, his touch did not make her skin crawl, it was not grasping or dirty. His voice too offered confidence. She did not know the fear he himself was feeling, though perhaps there was a little tension in his body. It did feel strange to have someone that cared for her again, and was not out to gain something or use her for some favour, because favours cost.<br/><br/>No this man was genuine, he seemed selfless, and there were so few people out there like that. She remained here and her hand came up and rested on his leg for a short time then briefly brushed his fingers tentatively before returning. “Fank ya.” The girl said quietly, “We’ll make it awight..we fackin’ did last time.” Some how being here made that world that Sarah Jane had found by accident less frightening.<br/>