Too Much Death. | Rowen

Rowen raised her eye brows and shook her head, "It's not as is if am struggling to handle this on my own." She insisted, shaking her head. She couldn't tell if she was bothered that he thought she was so weak or if she was flattered that he seemed to care on some simple level. Either way, it was a new emotion to her and made her feel uncomfortable, "Nutter? Oh trust me you already earned that title." She giggled.

Sitting up quickly he groaned as he said, "No...I didn't mean...I just thought if you ever wanted to talk to someone so you didn't have to be alone I could be there. I never meant to imply that you couldn't or weren't handling it on your own." His arm wrapped around his chest, as he laughed a little when she added that he already earned the title. "What makes you say that I've already earned the title?" He realized he could think of a few, like dragging his broken ass up to the roof for one. Smiling brightly he dared her to answer his question.