"I deserved that..." As she smacked him in the back of the head. She explained things and he felt rather embarrassed. That explained things more. He still felt bad seeing as she wouldnt have done that if not for him.... For him. "I am such a fucking idiot..." He said. "Why did you genuinely like me again?... Because I am....whose that?" He said at the guy named Marx..."Angel?... Huh?.. Fitting nickname with the way you come to someones aid. Even to a asswhipe like me." He said. She then popped up the the question. Here or the infirmary. He rise back up and proceed to the elevator. "I already ruined you cloths,... Dont need to decorate your couch either. Plus they might have something string that wont make me scream like a girl." He answered. He then felt kind of jealous. "So who was that guy?..."