Ashton was quiet as she explained herself. He was trying to understand her, but he just didn't. He understood that being a human in this world could be scary and she was trying her best to survive, but she was going about it the wrong way. Humans didn't survive how she did as an animal. "In our world, it's okay to depend on others while learning. Knocking yourself down over and over again because you refuse to use the wall is stupid â€" that's what people will laugh about...not acting like any other person in this room and using the wall until you are confident in your ability. It's how we learn." He paused a moment, knowing that she would not like his opinion on the matter. He was trying to be as nice as he could, but sometimes, things just couldn't come off that way. "I understand that's all you know, but I implore you to embrace your human side now. You're going to live a lonely life if you don't try to adapt." He could tell that no matter what he said, it was not coming off how he intended it to come off. He sighed. "I respect your opinion and I hope you can respect mine." He wasn't asking her to change her entire outlook on life tonight. He was simply hoping that she might understand where he was coming from and perhaps consider trying it that way down the line when she felt as though she was ready.
Sensing that she really needed to conquer skating on her own, without his help, he skated off the rink, wanting her to fall or do whatever she needed done in order to feel confident on the skates. Tonight was about fighting or arguing. Tonight was simply about having fun and teaching her something knew. He hadn't expected the night to take such a drastic turn. He hoped he could turn it around somehow.
He sat himself down on the bench, pleased to simply watch her on her journey that she needed to travel by. Was it how he would have done things, no. But he was not her. He hadn't been raised as she had and he had a completely different set of morals and values. So he would give her this moment and he would watch quietly.
After a few laps, she came to sit next to him on the bench. He looked over at her with a soft smile as she stated that it was no fun by herself. "You made it seem as though you needed to master this skill on your own. I was respecting your space." He hoped the statement didn't jab too deep. He thought he was doing her a favor. She spoke up, though, thanking him for the evening and he smiled at her, his hand reaching towards hers to grasp it in his own. He squeezed lightly, trying to show her that he appreciated the sentiment. "You're welcome...and perhaps I trust far too easily." He had always been one to trust first, ask questions later. His mother had warned him to wear thicker skin, but he never could. It was his nature.
When she looked to her feet, stating that she would have blisters after tonight, he couldn't help but chuckle lightly. "No more than from you wearing those high heels." He never would understand how women wore such uncomfortable clothing. He looked up to her. "Is there something else you want to do tonight? Or should I walk you home or back to the club?/" He didn't want to end the evening, but he felt as though he had ruined it. He wasn't sure he'd be able to come back from it.