Permission

"Eh, don't be too hard on yourself." Zan worked on the rest of his chicken. "At least he was your first. Me, I..." He stopped, thought about it, then shrugged. He'd already laid his heart bare - there was little harm he could do now. "Well, let's just say after I ran from my troubles, I made a couple regrettable choices with a couple of girls... the kind I'm trying to avoid now. And I knew better."

He let his eyes roam Destiny's face. "You obviously we're taken advantage of, so you can't shoulder that blame. All you gotta do now is realize you're worth way too much to be lied to and betrayed again."

He took a sip of his pop before grinning. "And I'll punch any guy who thinks otherwise." He paused. "With your permission, of course."


Aaron strapped on his knee brace and stood from the bed, hobbling around a couple steps in an attempt to work out the kinks. After JT had been there this morning, he was quite sore, but unwilling to keep is leg elevated all evening. Sam had told him they could go out somewhere tonight. He didn't know where or what for or for how long, or what her true motives were, but he wasn't going to say no. To get out of here would be a slice of heaven.

He wasn't sure what time Sam wanted to go, but he wanted to be ready. He'd even tried to clean up a little bit, just to make sure she wouldn't mind being seen in public with him. He half expected hand cuffs, but he might as well shoot for best case scenario.