Bubbles looked at him, biting her lower lip agian gently, looking to the toher side, it felt weird to be holding hands but not looking at eachother at all. She didnt know what that was like at all, the only person who would ever come bashing through the door would be Buttercup at times when she needed to borrow something like a pencil or a pair of panties or something like that, but even buttercup respected others privacy and wouldnt come, smashing the door in, if she knew Bubbles was doing something personal, like she usually painted alone. Her won way to deal with stress and pressure.<br/><br/>She blushed faintly, softly tightening her grip, her fingertips caressing the back of his hand as gantly as was they feathers.<strong>" Well, as i siad, should you ever need some peace.. it's usually clam around here. "</strong>she mumbled in a low tone, feeling embarrased about the open invitation for him to come knocking at her glass whenever he should feel like it, but it was actually a pleasant surprise, and she didnt mind his company at all, it felt somewhat like he would understand her much better than her sister ever could.<br/><br/>[color=]<strong>" Y-you know, back then.. when i.. "</strong>[/color] "Destroyed you" was how that sentence was supposed to be completed, but she ocudlnt make herself say it, it felt so wrong, and she did feel sort of bad about it.<strong>" I-i never.. i didn't want to hurt you.. "</strong>she whispered<strong>" I'm so sorry. "</strong>, still looking away from him, looking up at the picture of her and her sisters, actually taken just moments after that fight.