Comforting a Dear Sister. {U R Y U U}

Torin chewed the bottom of his lip, annoying beginning to bubble inside. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea. "Uhm... I'm not mentally disturbed. Ben's a good guy." His fingers curled into fists at his side. "And he's my boyfriend regardless of whether or not you like it...So I guess we can just be mentally disturbed together." He stepped back and turned , starting to walk. He stared at the ground, walking a few feet ahead before stopping again and turning to look at her. "...And... You know... If you treat other guys like this, you're not going to find love easily." Torin shook his head, and began walking away again.

Torin pulled his hand away--gently, but he didn't really want her touching him nonetheless. He looked at her without emotion. Not that he didn't want to show emotion, he wanted to show anger, but he was too close to crying. It was like time was going backwards. It was grade school again and he was getting picked on for something or other. He hated it. Couldn't stand it. Memories flooded him and made him nauseous. "Uh-huh." His voice shook wavered. "Sure, whatever you want, Lexi. Whatever. Just get away and don't talk to me anymore.