Raz blinked yet again, and arched a quizzical brow in her direction. "No, Heather. You don't break, and the walls don't simply become something else. You give in, take down the walls, and let the people in. People aren't all as bad as you're used to." He gave a small smile.
"And in the end, you know what? If people think youre a bitch, or whatever else? Fuck 'em. It's the people that think - no, know otherwise that matter. The people youre close to, the one's you trust. People like...your parents. Drop 'em. Move on. There's millions of people far, far better than that." At this point, he was leaning in again, trying to redirect her, show her that things were better than her initial outlook had showed her.
"And if ya mean the elbow to the face? Like I told you. It's not the first time I've been hit. Probably won't be the last. And besides that, one of the unfortunate things to get used to is that pain is a part of life. It's up to you, what you can and can't take. Not everything's worth lashing out at."
He grinned here, and winked at her, sapphire eyes flashing. "Besides, like I said, it was my fault. I deserved it, even if I didn't know it. But. Certain behavior will be expected of you when you graduate. Public relations will hand you your ass if you go punching an overly avid fan of yours. And you will have them."
