Post by ianto on Jun 15, 2012 15:16:29 GMT -8
"And I can't give you an answer, because I don't even know myself." He was horrible with women, but now that she wasn't trying to excite him, he relaxed. Only slightly. His grip on the couch was still firm. Just because she had stopped didn't mean his thoughts had, nor what his body wanted for the time. The dark haired man opened his eyes, and looked at her calmly. Or as calmly as he possibly could considering everything. "I'm merely glad for the company. I'm currently... roommates with someone I'd rather... never see again." He almost said murder. Almost said murder. He had already scared the poor girl a few times tonight, who knew how she'd take a statement like that? He certainly did want to murder Casey after all. Had plotted it several times as well.
"Maybe it's as simple as I'm a lonely man, and you're a beautiful woman. However, I'm a gentleman, you need not worry with me. I couldn't tell you why else though." He had no other reason he could think of. She was beautiful, and yes there was that veela portion of it, but it was also her situation. Who she was, the emotions she had, and him not wanting to feel so alone in the world. He had felt that before of course. He lifted his hands from the couch finally, letting the grip go before he dropped them in his lap instead, and his fingers of his right hand found the scars on his left wrist. Indeed, feeling alone in the world was a terrible thing. His family had been everything to him.
"I... maybe I was just hoping to help you feel not so alone. Just for a moment." He trailed off, lost in thought, staring at a wall as he was pondering. Maybe that was it? Maybe he just wanted to take a break from his life, and she was a distraction. He was attracted to her, he wanted her (despite her age), and he wanted a conversation or something. Was that so bad. He looked over at her, curious despite it all. Did she not want to feel alone? Even if it was just for a moment? Could he help at all?
Why did he even want to help? He hadn't grieved his family properly since it had happened. He had just locked himself away, because that was all he could do. The dark haired man hadn't given himself time away from revenge or anything else. Could this possibly be that moment?