[b]Floyd - House - Jess[/b]

The redneck's eyes widened as the pregnant girl slammed the door before him. His hand had lost the grip of the handle and watched as the door lay shut. He was definitely not expecting Jess to act this way. He couldn't help but question her anger, question what exactly made her snap. He'd been treating her this way all along, to him it was a normal thing, but he figured that Jess didn't think that way. 

As she spoke, he just stared and listened. He didn't show any emotion in his face, not guilt, not anger, not happiness, nothing. His eyes were as squinted as always, his lips looking thin. He had crossed his arms as he continued to listen. But though he physically felt neutral, inside he was feeling all kinds of ways. Inside he did feel guilt, anger, irritation. He felt every negative emotion a human possessed. When her finger came in contact with his torso, he himself snapped, but only in his head. 

Even through that cloud of emotions, Floyd made out one that made sense. He now understood he had done her wrong all along. She was right, she wasn't a child, she wasn't someone who always needed protection at all times. Jess is with child, but she was not helpless. With her words that instant, Floyd understood that she herself understood the world now. When they first met, she was a bit naive. Floyd didn't notice that Jess left that behind a while ago. He continued to treat her the same way that he had back when they first met. He wasn't used to change, because for him - and for him alone - nothing had changed. He still felt as though there really wasn't anybody who understood this new world like he does. Since he's living he same life he had been before the outbreak, he felt that he was already prepared for all of this. In addition, he didn't think Jess would ever be ready, but he was awfully wrong. 

All he wanted to do was protect her. Not because she was a burden to him, not because he saw her as a child - though he treated her like one at times -, but because he cared. Though he showed it in an odd way, he truly cared for her and her child, even though it wasn't his. She was the only exception to one of the rules of the code he lived under. His code stated that there weren't any good people in this world nor the one before. But to him, Jess was good people. She was actually a great person. She cared, she showed compassion, comfort, sympathy. She had all the traits of a good person, and to be completely honest, Floyd sometimes felt a little jealous that he himself wasn't and couldn't show those same emotions. 

This entire time he's tried to show those emotions, but it was obvious at this time that he failed. He's been wanting to provide her with everything that he'd never been given. Nobody was ever there for Floyd. Nobody was ever there to ground him when he did something bad, nobody was ever there when he achieved something. Nobody was ever there for him at all. Maybe if he had somebody that protected him, maybe if he had somebody at all during his childhood, he'd of never turned out the dick he was today. Floyd understands that he has anger issues. He understands that he can sometimes come off more aggressive than he probably intended, but there has been nobody in his life that has told him that he shouldn't act that way. Not until now that is. 

What Jess basically said was that she was tired of the way he was treating her. Not the way he was protecting her, not the way he was providing for her, but the way he showed compassion. She was tired of the way he dealt with things, tired of his actions and negative emotions. She wanted him to show compassion in other ways, something Floyd didn't really know what to do, but had to find a way. He wanted to change, but was struggling to do so. He never wanted to anger her or make her sad or whatever, he just wants to protect her. 

Therefore, once she turned away from him, once she no longer faced him, he opened the door yet again. "I'm sorry. I'm just tired of losing people that's all" he said before entering the house, the door closing after him. But right before it closed: "I'm tryin to change."