Justin’s brow creased, he moved from his spot on the edge on the couch, over to sit down beside her. “Don’t worry about it.”
He felt bad ever having put pressure on it before, this wasn’t just another one of their games, this could get serious (and he meant that, in more ways than just one). He brushed a hand over her shoulder, trying to get her to turn back around to face him, she seemed lost. “You know? I actually feel bad, about everything I was doing to you before. I guess, I didn’t want to think, our world was really still like this. Torn apart over something like blood. It just seems ridiculous, doesn't it?”