“Are you sure?” Consent. It’s important for him, anyway, but especially when it comes to Alisha. He has to make sure, just in case -- he still remembers when they first met, how she’d been, what she said. And so he wants to make sure it’s something she wants, not just an obligation because he’s been helping her.

you’re welcome

[ TEXT ] You’re what?[ TEXT ] How bad is it? [ TEXT ] Actually, I’ll just head down there. Just tell me which hospital you’re in.

             ❝Whoa, whoa, whoa. Did you steal that?❞

     He’s not gonna say that out loud; it wont offer her any comfort and at the moment, that’s what he needs to do. So he says absolutely nothing, just brushes her hair from her face and leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

     Wow, that sounds creepy -- probably even worse from someone like him. Six foot one      with a bruised cheekbone. His intentions are good, though, he swears.