[Dave] I deided to make things a little easier on myself, it was okay to flirt. But I'm doing so in the gentlemanly way so she doesn't automaticaly think it's a flirt. Well of corse to start this off, after I whisked her out the door I opened the door of the car for her. "Thanks." She muttered. She was either upset or had something on her mind. "Are you okay Keys?" I used her nickname. She hated it at first when everyone called her it, but now it's a term of endearment from me, and me only. "Yeah, except you just cheated me out of another thirty dollars." She looked out the window as it started to rain. "I'm sorry, but I know what they do to you after your routine." I looked over at her. You could see the marks of the last dance number on her lightly tanned skin, but what worried me even more was the fact that you can count her ribs. "What was the last thing you ate?" I was takeing the back roads to give me some time to get the answers, she hasnt been to my house before anyway. She wouldnt know. "A couple crackers..." She whispered, she knew what was comeing next. "I'm feeding you when we get home." "I don't want to eat." It was clear she was slipping into depression again. It made sence because this was Gazin Makaras birthday. She was like a sister to her, they even lived together back when Kiarah had that teaching job. "Just a little okay?" I put a hand on hers to call her attention to me. "Okay?" "Fine." Her crimson eyes had lost that light three years ago, I would give anything to see that again. "Thank you." I smiled when we pulled up to my house. "Whoa." She whispered. "Yeah my house is pretty big, but it's empty now that bro has died and Rose left to live with Kanaya." "Yeah, must be hard when you can hear your own echo, My place is nowhere near big enough..." "Come on." I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and covered her head with my jacket. She stiffened a little, this is a new nervous habit she has acquired, one of many. Those dirtbags have done this to her. I want her to trust me again like she used to, that's the main reason I quit drinking. I did it to keep her from being scared to be around me. It helped, but not much. "Thanks again Dave, you know you don't have to..." She sighed as I got her in the house and immediately walked into the kitchen to fix us, well...mainly her, some food. I'm sort of glad I found the nerve to clean this place after Bro died, that would be emberassing if I hadn't of. All that plush rump and all those wepons laying around. What lady would that impress? Anyway, I was getting things out to make her something from scratch, (Yes, I do cook, I had to learn when Rose moved out.) when she stopped me. I didnt know she had followed me..."Yes?" I raised an eyebrow at her when she didn't say a word. "Left overs are fine, don't go through the trouble of cooking for me." She whispered, almost like she was afraid I'd hit her for stopping me. "Alright then." I ruffled her soft raven colored hair. "Knock yourself out Keys." I saw a faint ghost of a smile on her face that gave me the hope that maybe someday she'll pull out of this. "Thanks Dave." I backed away and gave her the space to dig in my refrigerator as she pleased. I took a seat and watched her as she started piling food on her plate. Bits and pieces of the last couple meals. I watched her carefully as she pulled that tight skirt she was forced to wear down a little. You could see it in her features that she was nervous, and self conscious. Why though? Why did she break down like this in front of me? [Kiarah] I hated this. I hated the fact that he seemed to pity me. I get that he's my friend, but I just feel bad because it seems like he is going out of his way to help me. I could feel him staring at me as I loaded my plate with cold leftover vegetables, lasagna, and a little bit of salad. Why did his starring effect me? I could stand there and dance the way I do in front of a whole room full of people. Their eyes glazed over from lust and alcohol. But in there with him, just him...I felt sick, nervous. I suddenly care about the way I'm dressed, and I hate it. I gave a shiver disgusted with myself. "You okay Keys?" I looked up at him and felt the worm flush of blood in my cheeks. "Yeah..." I sighed and shoveled another fork full of food in my mouth. I was only doing this for him, I know he worries when I don't eat. I can't taste any of it. No matter how much I kind of wanted to. I kind or miss tasting food... He nodded, clearly he didn't believe me. "You know Keys, I've decided something." He sighed propping his elbows on the table. "And that something is?" I asked swallowing what I had in my mouth. "I have decided that I'm done. I'm done seeing you live the way you do, and seeing you struggle, and not eat." He took off his shades and showed his eyes. He's much easier to read this way, that and I don't feel so alone. Our eyes are the same color, just a shade or so different. "Now, I am not saying you need to quit your job. You know I'd prefer it if you did, but I'm going to take this on slowly so it's easy on you." "Take what slowly?" I almost choked, he is making me nervous. "I want you to live with me." He paused and blushed letting me know that that came out wrong. "Not...in a boyfriend girlfriend way, or a creeper way...I just want to make sure you get better..." I nodded. "I understand your decision." I sighed. "Thank you."