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He wouldn't know how to react, pulling the hand away as she began to panic. He would crouch beside her, "I can't answer that question, unfortunately." He would look her in the eyes, slightly uneasy at the thought of the girl 'getting sick,' not quite sure what that entitled. "I need you to calm down, Rachelle." he would put gentle emphasis on her name. Inside he ached with a brooding, buried anger for the situation and whoever had put him here, along with this girl who looked above the very place. He noticed however she didn't seem the least bit beaten, only groggy and dazed as if she had been subdued in a softer manner, than himself. Bruised and battered, bloodied in places, shirtless, his dark cargo shorts ripped at the back pocket, and here this woman was, still lovely, though hectic in her mannerisms.

As a tear crept along the edge of her eye he would pull his arm from his side to wipe it away with his thumb, being careful not to be forceful, and to not let the rest of his fingertips rest in her hair. "I can promise you this, once we get out of here, and we will." Thoughts of his past would bubble in his mind, shifting and bringing him to realizations as he would speak, perhaps looking slightly out of it and unfocused for a brief moment before his gaze upon her returning to be acute and attentive. "They'll wish they hadn't locked us up." His smile would return.