Silverlight Terrace On The Road Again

He was afraid to meet her eyes, but for what reason Pyx couldn't fathom. Did he think his anger had scared her? Finally he dare to look up at her face. He would find only curiosity and a softened expression, worry and concern flickering in her eyes. She nodded to his reply, she had guessed there was something harsh to his history by how the interaction had gone down. She simply had no idea how dark.

A torrent of emotions swam through his eyes, flooding them. She tried to read them all, but there were many. Pain, rage and despair all mingled together in his green eyes. She nodded, moving closer and then taking a seat at his side. "I would like to hear it, yes, if you would like to tell it. Whatever would help you most." She didn't want him to cause himself more grief by telling the tale, but truly there wasn't anyway for her to comfort him, or to even know him better, without hearing the story. She wanted to be his friend and it was hard to be friends with someone you didn't know very well. 

She herself did not have a very flavorful past. There was no true darkness, she'd simply decided to leave her home. Her brothers had picked on her as a child, they'd done mean things to her for her size and her interest in herbology...but that was as dark as it got. She had, by all accounts, a rather normal life. Judas, though, had seen things or done things or had things done to him. Something had happened to him, and regardless of how hard the story may be to listen to she was his friend, and she would hear him if he would talk. It did worry her that he seemed so worried of telling the story, but she couldn't begin to guess at why.