His eyes never moved while she.... spilled.  They were glued to her lips first as they moved and back to her eyes to judge her sincerity.<br/><br/>"Shhhh" The familiar shushing from before.  He smirks letting her know that he was being gentle.  "It's okay sweetheart, I fought and killed so that yours and Cathy's 'Rear-end' can stay beautiful.  My advice is stay out of the factories."  His tone firm.  His eyes never shifting.  The emphasis was on 'rear-end' mocking her "goodygoody" tone from before.  The factories were dirty, there was no doubt about it.  He knew fit the wrap for the stereo-typical janitor.  Janitors don't care.  He cared.   Janitors are dirty.  He fought through dirty.  Let's be real, the only thing he was looking forward to was laying his eyes on beautiful girls, like her, when he got home.<br/><br/><br/>"Don't you worry about Cathy, sweetheart.  You have your boy, I have... welll.... Cathy...."  He smiles seeming content.