[She didn't flinch as he came over to her. She'd dealt with worse than an angry kid...he didn't know angry; not until he'd seen her father or husband on a rampage. Holding her ground, she let him get everything off of his chest...he was scared and angry, no one could blame him for his reaction, least of all her.

After he'd raged at her, she reached out to gently grab his shoulders, not caring that he would get blood on him. She'd clean his clothes later if she had to, but she needed him to realize that not everyone was out to get him, something no other adult here had the patience to see through.]

I am where I belong...I want to know you, Gokudera.

I'm not asking to be a mother or someone that you think you have to answer to, I just want to be your friend and help you when I can. You're strong, but part of strength comes from knowing when you need help...you won't be weaker for it.

And don't worry about my son, I can tell Dean to leave you alone. He won't go against my wishes. [She hoped so anyway]