"Don't pretend you give two shits." Her words were crisp and cold but there was no real attitude behind them as there so typically would be. Sylvia turned her head to look at him straight on. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, but her long blonde curls cascaded down around her face hiding them from everyone's view, except his. The sight almost took him back; this was a rare glance at the girl beneath the tough exterior. Misery was painted on her face thicker than the gallons of make-up she wore daily. There were no traces of that today, either; her tears had washed it away hours ago. Before he could get a word out she continued. "No one gives a shit," The words were bitter and her brow furrowed. That much she was right about, it was no sweat off anyone's back. Just another hood off the streets, dead out of his own stupidity. In fact, most probably considered it a favor to society. One less little shit terrorizing the city. One less inmate in the system their taxes paid for.
For once in his life Tim Shepard was lost for words. What could he say? What should he say? Nothing was going to change anything, and it damn sure wasn't going to make her feel better. She wasn't even sure what she was looking for in him anyways. He was always the cause of every problem she had with Dallas, which was no fault but her own ultimately. All the thoughts of the wrong she'd done him, and all the things she'd done with Tim just to spite Dallas ran through her head now in a never ending loop. It was like someone had a hold on her heart and slowly twisted it out of her chest. "It's not fair!" She croaked with every ounce of strength she had, trying so hard to be angry and put some conviction to her words. Instead she nearly choked on them, barely able to spit them out. "I know," Tim's voice was cool and even, much like it always was, but lacked the harshness. It was a simple statement, and if the obnoxious country music wasn't blaring one might even say there was a dash of sympathy hidden within those words. His gray eyes moved from holding her gaze to her quivering lip, and he knew what was coming. Sliding off his bar stool he took a step closer to her, with out hesitation her face was buried in his chest. Carefully Shepard's muscular arms wrapped around the blonde's small frame. There was no hushing her, or murmurs of sweet comforting things. His hand didn't run slowly over her back as her tears spilled onto his t-shirt. He didn't rest his head against hers or tenderly place kiss in her hair. He stood there, his arms shielding her from the rest of the world as she let it all out, and muttered one more gruff "I know."