Hanging with Jerry and Dean

Nikki's face took on a thoughtful look to it. "I don't know if I like the sound of this game.. But ok." she sat up straighter for a moment, then bent to pull her boots off of her feet. Then she tucked her feet beneath her, with amazing modesty, adjusting her skirt around her knees. "Have you ever..." she paused, nibbling her lip as she pondered for a gooder of a question, "Been in love?" she knew it was a cheesy question, but she truly was curious, since he seemed like such a player.

She smiled at him innocently, as she waited for his answer.

Nikki blinked. So he had been in love before. Perhaps that actually spoke to why he was the way he was. And then she stared at him when he asked the next question. Her expression was completely blanked, not in an emotionless, creepy way, but rather in the way that her mind was rapidly searching files for her worst fear. She had a lot of them. She shifted her position, nibbling on her pinky nail as she thought silently. "Maybe, it's.." she shook her head, it wasn't that one, being alone, perhaps? No, she didn't mind that. "To have someone close to me be killed, and me not be able to do anything about it." she stated slowly, her eyes solid and resolute. "But if you utter that aloud, even in complete privacy, I shall pummel you."

She cocked her head to the side. "What is the worst injury you've ever gotten?" she asked, quite sure of herself, looking like a 7-year-old again.

Nikki nodded. Him saying that he had had a partner struck her curiousity, but her face didn't alter at all to say so.

But she smiled softly. "Well, there was a situation that happened to me when I was 13, and it brought on my powers, so my parents decided to send me here, for both my safety, as well as to help me control them." She didn't elaborate on that situation when she was 13. It was one of the reasons she hated to be touched. She also didn't elaborate on the multiple of power. She had more than one, yes, but she'd only shown him one. She was planning on surprising him.

"Why did you have a partner?" she asked her question without a moment's thought. She was curious, and she wanted to satisfy that curiousity.

Nikki nodded. She felt a little bad, since it was obvious that that was something he didn't like reliving, but her sorriness was short lived, because with his next question, she wanted to retreat into muteness forever. But then she'd realized that he had shared something with her.

She bit her lip, and her heart fluttered against her chest, everything in her body did not want to relive this memory. She swallowed, looking away from him. She opened her mouth, and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "My..." she changed tracks, "I was.." she winced, forcing the words out of her mouth in barely a whisper, "basically raped."

She closed her eyes, pulling her self into a tight ball, biting her lower lip, and not speaking. Not even to change the subject.

She opened her eyes and turned them to look at him, not moving into, or away from his touch. Her eyes searched his face, and his eyes, looking for something. She was speachless. She wanted to ask him why he cared to much, to thank him, but she couldn't. All she could do was look at him.

Then she smiled weakly. "There's nothing to forgive. You didn't know. How could you know?" she said, her voice soft, uncharacteristically so, and weak. She didn't thank him, but a part of her wanted to hug him. But she didn't move.