He always was a softie. But, in all honesty, that was part of why Erica had liked him before. Why she still liked him now. He tried his best to take care of those around him, even when those around him were more than capable of taking care of themselves.
She nodded slowly, reaching up to run her hand through her curls and take a look around them. A thought occurred to her as she realized what time it was.
"What's got you out so late, anyway?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow. If his best friend was here, she figured he'd at least be home hanging with him. Unless Scott wasn't home.