You'd stood up for him a few times, though it seemed like he didn't really appreciate it. He was skittish, but somehow firm in his actions, not backing out on things once he set his mind on them. You two didn't talk much, but you'd catch him staring at you once in a while, it was only a matter of time before he actually talked to you.

His face was emotionless, his eyes dull, and his skin was pale. He looked unhealthy, like he didn't sleep, or eat enough, but you wouldn't say anything like that to his face, you weren't a bad person. "Hey..." He finally says, his voice soft and sweet, like he was afraid of something. "Do you...like pain?" He asks slowly, looking up at you hopefully. "You took...a beating in my stead...the other day...Did you enjoy it...?" He asks, blinking up at you slowly.