Jaden smiled warmly at her. "Thanks," he said, "I don't hear that quite often." He brought his eyes back to hers as he thought for a moment. He put his bandages back on, and his wrist bands on too. He really didn't want to see what he did to himself anymore, as it always made him think about his family. It was hard to live this way. He had to hide his wrists from his father, when his father didn't even know what he was putting his own son through. It was difficult to find a sane thing to do anymore. So, it was a good comment saying he was sane.

It made him feel even better that Eliza didn't think he was weird or anything, or walk off on him. It would have made him feel worse about what he did if she did. To think that someone he had known ever since he was in kindergarten just walk away on him, would really destroy him. But, to know that she was okay with it, helped him a lot. She really had no idea how good it made him feel.

Jaden's eyes were questioning hers as she grabbed the end of the bench. She didn't look all that well, and he didn't like the way she seemed to phase in and out of reality, and how she seemed to be holding onto the bench for support. He put his hand on her shoulder, hoping to help her steady herself. "Are you okay?" he asked, worried and curiousness filling his voice. There was obviously something wrong with her, so he wouldn't take an 'I'm fine.'

He never took his eyes off of hers. He was truly worried about her. He knew he couldn't help her unless he knew what was wrong. And, he really didn't know what was wrong. He'd never seen anyone do what she was doing. It was kind of scary, to see her like this, but he just hoped that she was okay, and that there wasn't going to be anything majorly wrong with her. It would probably be very problematic if there was.

Jaden was truly worried about Eliza. He made sure to hold onto her body as she seemed to be blacking out. He had no idea what he had to do, and he didn't know if anyone saw what was happening. He looked around the park, but didn't seem to see that anyone noticed that Eliza had passed out. He moved himself off the bench, and laid Eliza's body down. He sat down in front of the bench, hoping somehow she would miraculously wake up. He had no idea what was wrong with her, and it scared him a little. He couldn't help someone that needed his help.

His body was turned so that he could face Eliza. His eyes were examining her limp body curiously. His face read confusion and worry, and his head was screaming to do something. He put his face in his hands, seeing as there was no way he could help her. He felt mad at himself. How he couldn't help a girl who obviously needed it. It frusterated him to no end. How he could just watch her need whatever she needed, and he couldn't get anything for her because he didn't know what she needed.