He may have looked like the typical bad-boy, fitting the stereotype down to a T with his tattoos and MMA physique, but Liz could tell underneath all his "armor", Kyle was more, a young man trying to better himself and everything around him, which was more than she could say about herself.  [color=00aeef]"Ditto."[/color]  She replied giving a slight nod, still no eye contact between the two.  [color=00aeef]"It was just a bad week.  I needed to medicate, you know...drop off the face of the earth for a while."[/color]  She sighed, insecurely rubbing her shoulder and letting her hand drop to her side.  [color=00aeef]"But...what were you doing there...if you're okay with me asking?"[/color]  Why was Kyle there?  He didn't seem to be the type to take drugs, nor to go looking for trouble.  No...if anything it seemed...the trouble always came to him.