"Sheri, don't worry about me," he told her as he hugged her to him a little. "I mean it. Really. I can handle myself." He tried to be reassuring, because that was all he could do. It wasn't like he had the ability to tell what was going to happen between himself and Parissa. There was the attraction and flirtation, but it didn't mean anything would come of it. "If she shows her true colors, you can be the first to tell me 'I told you so'. I promise you that. I'm not going to pretend like I don't know there's a reason you and Parissa don't get along," he explained, but was trying to do it in a way that he had to make mistakes sometimes. His life was his to live. He couldn't let other people make his choices for him. It didn't work like that. And really, he hoped it wasn't some weird attempt at getting back at his sister. He knew Parissa didn't necessarily like Sheri, but.. she wouldn't go that far would she? Nah. She seemed interested..