Darian-mode:
"I've had enough of this," I said to Ari, "If you didn't care about me being here, then why did you do it anyway?"
Ari leaned on the wall and paused. After about five minutes of no answer, he threw the tazer on the ground. "Because all I ever wanted was for my own father to see me the way he see's Max; I want him to love me like a real son."
I lowered and softened my hostile cat eyes. I blinked them into my normal brown eyes and looked at him again. "I... Never knew you felt that way; I had hadn't any idea that-" He cut me off.
"Everybody always says that! They're always, well, sympathetic, and, and, sad for me! You aren't ANY different! You can't help me!" Ari started crying.
"Yes, I can," I said to him, "Look, please help me; we can be friends, I can look out for you."
He settled down a little and looked up at me; his eyes were slightly bloodshot from all the stress he was feeling.
Then he smiled at me. "Get over here," he said. He held out his arms in a hug.
I smiled and rolled my eyes. I came at him.
AWKWARD HUG TIME!
But like I care what you think, I was officially friends with Ari. He wrapped his wings around me.
And you know, when you look at his face for a while, you swear you can see the 7-year-old cuteness that he once had. I don't love Ari, but he's an awesome friend.
"OK," he said, "I'll help you break out of this dump."
"But, first can I have my freaking clothes?"
"Sure; I'll go get them."