Lilura smiles a tiny bit. "Then maybe it's a good thing I'm different from other people if they're all jerks." She shrugs, and swings her legs.

"I never said it was a bad thing in the first place," he pointed out.

Lilura looks at her hands in her lap and shrugs again, "I-I'm sorry." She says, an instant reaction when she didn't know what else to say.

"What do you mean? Why are you sorry?" He asked, confused. "What's wrong?" If she said he did something wrong he was outta there right now. He was such a bad influence

Lilura shrugs. "I guess I'm just being a jerk myself." She says, shrinking from the sudden questioning.

"Are you being serious right now? I'm sorry, but you can't be a jerk. It's not in you."

Lilura puts her head in her hands. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She says like a broken record. She didn't know what else to say, and feeling like she had been placed in the spot light, her instant reaction was to hide and avert the attention.

Casey's eyebrows furrowed, and his lips pulled into a frown. "Lilura, what's wrong?" He asked, sitting down on a chair in front of her. "Tell me. Please?" He asked, his voice quiet now

Lilura lifts her face from her hands slightly. "I don't know. You scared me. I surprised myself. I can't think right now." She looks away from Casey as she folds her arms in front of her chest, afraid he was going to be angry at her or something. She really wasn't sure what to expect.

He was astonished. "Okay, that's definitely the first thing we're going to work on. Your self-confidence. And then we're going to get the clause 'I'm sorry' completely removed from your brain," he said with a little laugh.