Riley frowned at his explanation to her question, and simply nodded sadly. She knew exactly what he meant by not letting the group see him, and keeping himself away. She was the same. They knew about her issues and still yet, she didn't want them in her face about it. She bit her lip, as silence engulfed them, but suddenly began to blush and grow weary as she noticed his eyes on her most vulnerable part of her body.

"Um…", she whispered, her voice shaky and her eyes misty. She didn't know how to answer the age old question 'are you okay?'. It was one that she had heard probably thousands of times from people who didn't know her, and sometimes…from her own stupid parents, before she left. Still yet, there was no easy answer. She was okay, essentially. She didn't see her self-harm as an issue that should be solved, but rather as a coping mechanism for all of the anger and frustration. It was a release that none of them could understand, and yet they tried. They tried to change her, in their own way, and they tried to convince her that she was sick. Thinking about it, she grew even angrier. If they really cared for her, they would leave her alone about it, "I don't need help…"

She said the words slowly, bringing her wrist up to rest against her chest, as if she was hugging it. She frowned, a bit confused, and shook her head, "I…I think this is a bad idea…", she whispered, her brain begging her to find somewhere silent to 'practice' and to relax her nerves, "I think I'm going to go…um…"

She stopped, realizing she had nowhere to go without the little group. She was a ways away from her parents, who wouldn't take her in without the therapy, anyways. Her hands shaking, she settled, deciding that she would find a place in a bit, perhaps at the party, to let her frustrations out on herself. She massaged the bandana, which held her favorite blade in its folds, and sniffled a bit, "Nevermind…"