She didn't look at anyone as he carried her to his room, the silence being more deafening then their recent talk. Her sniffles continued as he placed her on the bed and iced the door shut, yet she was confused on what he was exactly keeping out. But she was too tired to question, or fight, or do anything for that fact. She kicked off her shoes and began to slide the dress off her body as he handed her the sweater already tied to fit her form which only made her want to cry more. she didn't bother caring with him in the room, he was never the type to peak at her or to be a pervert like the other boys they had grown up with which were their bullies to be exact. She slid herself in to the warm wool and climbed up to the top of his bed and curled up, watching him as if seeing if he would lay with her, her old tears stained down her cheeks and her eyes puffy.