[b]Pitch Black[/b]

Pitch hardly picked anything up but her last sentence. [i]'Why would you worry about me at all?'[/i] she said. Well, there were many answers for that. Number one, she was sobbing loudly in a quiet dining hall. Two, she was sobbing loudly in the dining hall. And three, she was crying in the empty dining hall. Not too appetizing to hear somebody weeping, while your trying to enjoy a good breakfast. He would've said it, if he hadn't felt a twinge of sorry for her.

He'd never really felt sorry for anybody. Well, anybody he knew. Technically, he didn't even know this girl either, but he did go to school with her anyway. Maybe it would be helpful to get to know some people at the college. He might make some friends, something that he hadn't had since... Well, never. He removed his hands from the table, and slid onto a seat beside by the table. By then, she'd shoved her head into her folded arms, looking as though she was [i]trying[/i] to cry. He could not help but give a chuckle, one that only a madman could've given. 

"Pardon my saying, miss, but I don't... Worry, about you. It's more that I'm interested in [i]why[/i], you are crying. Especially in the middle of the dining hall. Surely there must be better places to..." he pause, searching for what to say. "To weep. You certainly don't look like you should be, you seem like you should be out and about." he finished, unsure of how he even said that. He cleared his throat as if it would help him figure out where it had come from. It just spilled from his mouth. It also came to his attention, that he'd returned to standing, staring intently at the woman in front of him.