Punk stood absolutely still when he felt her touch his face. Her hand was warm, and sending little shocks, like electricity, through him. The image of the cozy room by the fireplace flashed in his mind again, but he shoved it back down. That wasn't going to happen. Those things didn't happen to prostitutes. They just fucked everything with legs, got either sick or hooked to drugs, and died at an early age. He already knew all that was gonna happen. So why did he keep hoping for this romantic lifestyle? The peaceful life? He knew it would never come to him. It would always be out of reach for him. And he resented that.
When her forehead pressed against his and she cradled his face, he wwas a bit afraid to open his eyes. So, he didn't. He kept them closed and listened to the steadiness of her breathing, felt and smelled how close she was, the alcohol on her breath hitting his face. But it wasn't an unpleasant smell. And the warmth of having her near was somewhat nice as well. Having a woman's soft and smooth skin so close to him, so warm, so comforting. He was a bit surprised when he felt her lips on the skin of his cheek. He briefly wondered what those lips would feel like on his own, then cast the thought aside. He wasn't looking for romance. That wasn't an option in his life anymore. The Saints took that away too.
When she put her head under his chin, Punk wound his arms around her waist and held her tightly but tenderly, burying his face in her neck. "Thank you." He managed to breathe out, hardly making a sound as he held her close. This is what he needed. A friend to be there for him. Could he call her his friend? He didn't know. Well, that wasn't true. He knew she was his friend. He didn't know if he was her friend though. He wasn't quite sure if she had accepted him as a friend, though he very much hoped she did. After a moment of embracing, Punk gently slid out of Trick's arms.
As he was moving away, he caught sight of her burned hhand, and his eyes immediately showed his concern. "Did you burn yourself again?" He asked, taking her gently by the wrist and examining the hand in front of him.