It wasn't hard for Tristan to keep up with her. He was a tall guy, after not. Not to mention, a werewolf. So, of course his steps were fast and long - though not ridiculously so. He could smell the tears, and he heard that sob coming from her. Call him a bastard, it's what he was. But that didn't mean the guy was without morals. Narrowing his eyes a bit, he heard the single word pass through her lips, and as curious as that made him, he said nothing. He just walked along with her; holding his bag, and waiting to see what she would do. Yeah, he wanted a reaction out of her, but he wasn't aiming for this one. When she stumbled down the stairs, Tristan kept a close eye on her, in case she decided to pass out. He wasn't a heartless bastard, just a bastard. Following her down the alley way, he only stopped a few feet behind her. Not wanting to get too close, for once in his life. "Hey, I was just throwing guesses. I didn't mean to make you go all out and cry." he said, ruffling a hand through his hair.

He wasn't sure what he was really supposed to do. Sure, he dealt with girls crying and, usually, he was a help. But, that was far different from this. There were no sheets involved, and the two weren't close, so he couldn't really comfort her. "Look, Butterfly..." He said, using the nickname he randomly gave her - his voice had a touch of apologetic tone to it. Though, he wasn't actually planning on doing that. "Whatever has you worked up, let it go. If it's in the past, there's nothing you can do." Of course, he had no clue that what she held hidden wasn't something you could easily forget about. And, he was only trying to help - in his own special way, but he was clueless as to what her problem was. Taking in how she was standing, with her arm curled around her stomach and a hand against the wall, Tristan furrowed his brows slightly. Curiously, actually. He wanted to know what was bothering her, and he didn't know why. Usually, he wouldn't give a rats ass as to what was bothering a girl. But, when he was directly on the dot, and hurt someones feelings, then he got curious. "Erm...look...I don't know what to tell you, but whatever happened, you should talk to a friend about. Let it go." He said, sighing a bit and stuffing a hand inside his pocket.

He silently wondered about what the hell he was doing. He wasn't the nice guy, anymore. He lost that when him and Tessa broke up. He changed. Pursing his lips a bit, he shook his head and looked over at her. Maybe he could apologize, but not apologize. Worth a try. "Let me take you home. I'm not playing any games here, just let me take you home. It's the least I can do." He said, watching her with his blue hues. They held a look of determination. If she wasn't going to, then he'd annoy the hell out of her until she said yeah. This time, he truly had no intentions of taking her to his house, or to get into her pants. Just to take her home and leave her alone. It was the least he thought he could do, especially after making her cry like she was. It kinda hit a nerve.


notes; >< it sucks!
tags; vixen
lyrics; evil angel, breaking benjamin
word count; not counting.