Kash sat. Quiet. Still. Steady. These were things he could do. He knew better than to ask himself what Z would do or Vex, or Lillith, because they wouldn't be right for him to do. What was right for him to do right now was sit and witness and...

Care. He cared. He gave a fuck about this girl and if that meant sitting here, not speaking, not touching her, not doing anything until she was ready or he was, then he would gods-damn well sit here and do that.

And if it meant letting her punch him until he bled and she cried, he could do that too.