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Kelsey stared at Tyler as he spoke. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. How could a father do something like that, for a reason so stupid? The female's mouth was hanging slightly opened, as her eyes found the floor and stared at it in disbelief. She shook her head, as if trying to shake off what she had just heard. After a moment of silence between the two, Tyler spoke up again, his voice lighter and happier than it was just moments before. She looked at him and closed her mouth. She couldn't hold his gaze, not because she thought differently of him, but because she couldn't believe the pain he had suffered at the hands of a maniac. Well at least that's how she now saw the dad: a true maniac.

Before she knew what she was doing, Kelsey felt herself move her left hand out from under her leg, and place it softly on top of Tyler's own larger hand. After her death, she was never a touchy-feely person. When she had been alive, she would hug any and everyone. However, with her body mutilated, it was a different game. It was hard for her to shake the new resident's hands sometimes, but she had to do it. Small, random gestures like this were extremely rare. Her sleeve was still up for the most part, but it was lower than usual. In stead of being below her finger nails it was right above her knuckles. From her knuckles down, that's where the third degree burns started. Her own ugly scars she didn't like revealing to others. "It still hurts to talk about it?" She questioned, turning her gaze from their hands to his face. "I'm sorry you went through that, but I want you to know I think no less of you because of something like that. If anything, you're a little hero in my book." She smiled at that, a genuine one, completely meaning what she said.