Karis almost felt bad for giving him a nickname. Almost. He was an outsider, sort of like her, and his own hangups and issues. Well, at least it seemed like he did. She had no idea if he was actually telling the truth or not. She leaned back in her chair, arms draped over the backrest.

"Alright, alright. Some it is. I know what it's like to have something taken away from you, OK? Don't get so damn worked up about it..."