Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140323233223/@comment-24296957-20140330000306

Triste didn't care about the hand that appeared on her shoulder, nor the pep talk Tanner was giving her. She was swimming through a sea of memories - lost in her own head. Reliving Signal, the hospital, everything. Tears came to her eyes. But the Tanner did something unexpected.

The next thing she knew, Triste felt Tanner's hand move from her shoulder to her face, turning her to face him. She opened her eyes, looking into his. She smiled at his words, even giggled a bit. "Now those are words I can relate to." A sudden feeling of compassion washed over her. She viewed Tanner in a different light now. Not a bad guy, but as a friend - maybe more.

She wrapped her arms around Tanner, buried her face in his shoulder, and began to cry. Maybe someone cared for her, after all.