She begins to work on adjusting his bandages, fixing them so they won't ride up so easily now. It surprises her in some ways that he's still letting her touch him. Early he had been annoyed at her doing so at all and yet now he's letting her do so without any argument.

"Right, you don't want to help us, you just want to fight."

She never knows what to make of him. Does he just tolerate her company because it's easier than fighting with her? Or is he just that lonely? Like they both said he doesn't have anywhere else to go. If her family hadn't taken him in who knew where he would end up. Her friends think she's crazy for putting up with him. More than once it's been suggested she should throw him out but she can't get herself to do so.

Sure, he's a pain in the ass and he's going to get himself killed if he doesn't take better care of himself but he's not all bad. There are moments where she gets glimpses of something beyond that angry, bristly exterior of his. Sometimes he seems so surprised when she tries to help him -- like nobody ever has before.

It's kind of heartbreaking.