That was a situation he understood, things that couldn't or shouldn't be told for the protection of the self and those that had been associated to them. "And you'll never need to tell me. Even if we do become good friends. Somethings are important to keep secret for others to be safe." It's why he went to such lengths to avoid going into sports, avoid getting involved in any physical pursuits of competition. It had less to do with it seeming fair and more to do with the fact enough common sense and elimination of factors could deduce what he was. "Hahaha, well, when you manage to meet someone that can do that I sure would like to meet them." A light jest, he was far too cynical in the regards of his own situation to think there could ever be true 'acceptance' of the kind of beast that laid within. Being by day and considered beast by night, it was a kind of life he'd never wish on a person. He wasn't sure how to view the promise made but had known it held the genuine nature behind it, questioning it would have been an insult to the generosity of the meaning she offered. "Keep me safe? You know. . . Anytime someone says that to me, sounds really weird." The main reason being it should feel the other way around, that others should be protected from him. The Ministry didn't lock up those trying to end him, they locked up him from trying to end others. At least that was how he had chosen to perceive the less than immaculate settings they placed him inside.
Her look drew a soften gaze from him as he continued to elaborate after her soft spoken word. "Some people seem to click together, others don't. Usually good not to worry about it and just feel your way through the situation. You'll most likely know if it's a good thing or a bad thing after a few minutes." Or maybe she wouldn't, he found that those that stayed long enough to speak with him and hadn't bolted may not know what had been entirely in their best interest. Her following words that included a critique of him only made it seem more apparent, at least seemingly. Was he really considerate and kind? The kind of things he hadn't considered. "Thank you. . . I really wouldn't consider myself kind or considerate but I definitely will take cool for five-hundred." The edge of his nails scratched at his neck. "I guess how we view ourselves can often be much harsher than the truth too." Fear that had been rooted in avoiding the harm of others, it could have truly stemmed from some sense of consideration towards another.
"I'm glad to see you do have that support then. You'll find that is actually a very rare thing to have among people. Even those that look as if they're surrounded people need the most support possible." He knew he sort his own support in a somewhat destructive manner and yet it felt as if he'd been driven to need the social activity of flirting and growing closer. A soft chuckle issued and his smile grew. "Nothing wrong with relying on others. Even more so if we're in a situation where we're certain we know the answer but miss all the important pieces of it." He nodded, understanding that something so new could be a frightening space to be in. "But it sounds like your family wants you to stay in the place you should be, not worrying about the big things but just experiencing and learning about what you'll already have your hands full with now. There will be time, later, where the big things will be slapped on your plate but it's rarely ever while we're in school." Unless the luck of Fate had been turned against a person. Such as. . . Being bitten by a renegade Werewolf. His hand slid along his forearm absent mindedly, the first of many scars that had been covered by the long-sleeved shirt.
Travis coughed as he tried to find the words in his mind. "Well, while they're an enjoyable sight. Ah, some people have very sharp senses especially visual ones and what most people think is hard to see. .. Isn't." He could make out the entire shape being this close, the initial curve of her breast and even to the small bump that the tip of it formed against the fabric. His hand wiped across the top of his forehead with a soft laughter, only slightly nervous at the potential backlash of being slapped off a tree for his leading words. "They may not be seeing the actual skin but it would still have the same effect covered or not to a person that could be physically attracted to you and all." It perhaps didn't help that she was an appealing young girl or in this case. "Which, again, they're really nice. Once you notice them it's kind of hard not to notice them." As much as he tried to ignore that alluring definition, his eyes focused on hers, the peripheral would always catch what he tried to ignore most. He didn't want to be rude or seem as if that had been the only admirable trait about her, so far that he'd encountered, she was a very surprising individual and someone whose depth of beauty had been physically and deeper than that.
"Maybe, I can't say I've met Lauren. I don't listen to rumors so can't say I've heard much about her either." Rumors, they were the poison of teenage life and often the downfall of many friendships that could have been easily talked through without the demolition of good bonds. "I don't think green would be a good color on you anyways, blue definitely makes your features much more defined." The words spoken in the light of an artists critique. The kinds of colors he'd use to better capture her image, dress her in on paper, would be a mixture of blues, yellows, and maybe even an occasional silver. As she questioned him, a gaze rose up to quizzically stare towards her. Had she not seen how she'd been that came to that kind of conclusion? The edge of the pencil gently tapped against the sketch pad in a gentle tune. "When complimented, you turn to a shy smile and often even a soft giggle or laugh. Your cheeks seem to blush slightly too, you're not really accustomed to that kind of attention. But it seems as if you're not against it, even that it might be pretty nice." With the start of his vocal examination of her, the pencil shifted and the tip started to carefully draw along the nearly blank piece of parchment filling it steadily. "When you're confident your smile shows it more, you may have doubts but it doesn't truly dampen that kind of brightness. Your generosity is probably the brightest aspect considering you're adamant about helping people. Even when they're sure you can't or don't know if you're aware of what you're signing up for. . . You don't let that deter you. Youthful naivete and that isn't a bad descriptor to be. It's actually a very good compliment."
What had been left was a rough outline, a shape of her face starting from the shoulders and just the top of her chest. There had been no additional scenery implements on the paper as of yet but the workings were going to take sometime to actually finish after constant touch-ups. "You have an outlook that has been lost by many, one that should remind others that they all should be a bit more bright-eyed and hopeful. I mean, that's the better way to describe what people call a youthful naivete, it's just hope. Born in young children, wades in the Teen years, all but is abolished in the adult years in most people. The few that have it don't get a chance to show it. But you're a rare reminder on the reasons why they should show it. At least, from what I pick up anyways."