She just gave him a bit of a look, not exactly believing that but not wanting to argue about that or at least not now, not when she had just been faced with the main reason she will never feel as if she deserved those words, the proof of how dumb and naïve and easy to manipulate she had been once upon a time.

She knows that if anyone comes they will direct them to her apartment and she didn’t want to think about that mess, which was why she was really going to need to move. All of her motions were silent and thoughtful, from getting what she needed to then cleaning his knuckles. “…your family is going to find out about this now.” And with this she meant ‘them’ not the fact he had nearly beaten a man to dead.