Rebecca shook her head a few times, raising it to look him in the eyes. “What if he’s right, Steve? What if I am just another dumb whore?” She ran a hand over her face which only smeared the make up even worse. “Look at me. I’m a mess…” With a mutter about wanting to change, she hopped off the seat and slowly scuffled to her room. After quite a few rough washes of her face and changing into her pajamas, Becca took a seat on her bed. She didn’t want to be alone. Alone meant being stuck with thoughts that would only make her feel worse.
”S-Stevie?” The brunette called out, “Will you come in here? I…I don’t want to be alone.” Sure she could have gone back out to the living room but at this point she just didn’t have the motivation to do so. Maybe she could just sit up and talk to him for house. It might actually make her feel a bit better. Maybe.
“You’re not.” Steve sounded sure of himself. He held her close till she moved to check herself. The Captain just wanted to make her feel better. After Rebecca went to clean herself up, Steve sat back and put his hands on the top of his head. He was so angry at her date, how could anyone say something so awful? Let alone to her? He sighed, relaxing, fighting the urge to go track him down.
When he heard Rebecca’s voice, the Captain practically sprung from his seat to the brunette’s room. He entered the room and moved to Rebecca’s bedside, sitting at her, “You don’t have to be. I’ve always got your back.”