He blushed a deep, deep red all the way to his ears when she kissed his forehead, and he was glad she went back to resting her head on his chest so she might not catch it. He had it pretty bad for her. She was beautiful, he liked spending time with her, he wanted to know everything about her. And he knew she probably wouldn't ever even consider him as anything but a friend.
He continued playing with her hair, giving himself a second to calm the blushing down. "Mostly people want to kick my ass when they peg me for being the one to cause havoc," he admitted. "I've been beat to hell more times than I can count. People don't see it as a learning experience, they see it as being messed with," he explained. "I mean, they often times do learn something, but they don't come back from that with some enlightened feeling. I wish that was the case. So, yeah. People don't love me. But that's okay. They don't have to."
He was quiet for a moment. "What about you?" he asked. "I feel like I've been rambling at you. How are you feeling about life and everything in it these days?"