<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Elena<br/><br/><strong>"Okay. No harm in that."</strong>For some reason, he felt like she was not being entirely forthright with him; but, he's not typically the kind of person to go spouting off hunches. Instead, he chose to give her the benefit of the doubt here. He also didn't care if she smoked pot or not; he chose not to, but he didn't see the drug as a big deal. He had no issue with naturally occurring drugs; it was the harder, man-made chemicals and shit he disliked the use of.<br/><br/>He stayed in the kitchen, watching her as she moved, and looked kind of like a spooked rabbit.<strong>"It's not that I'm trying to be better than you. I'm just doing what I think is right." </strong>He sighs, and shakes his head a bit.<strong>"As for making things better... you fix cars, right? People are like cars, too, you know. Even if a car's been totaled, their's still work that can be done to fix it, right? It's just a matter of having the right tools, the right assistance, and the time. And I said I would help you, in as much as I am able to. Not because I'm better than you, not because I'm trying to prove something to someone, but because it's just the right thing to do. I know that makes me sound like a self-righteous chump, but I'm being honest with you."</strong>