Brock

{if Roxxy is alive = true}Brock glanced at Nora as she walked up to him. "Hello Nora," he said plainly, "what do you want?"

"I just wanted to ask about something."

"Well alright." He fidgeted a little with his legs, but otherwise continued to sketch.{elseif Nora and Brock perfume sex = true} Brock seemed to avoid Nora. He probably does not want to speak to her after what happened between them. {else}Brock sat hunched over, with his hands on his face. He was crying, and the tears rolled between his fingers. Nora wanted to say something, anything, but she couldn't bring herself to it, all she could do was sit next to him in silence. She wrapped her hand around his shoulder, giving him a comforting hug. It seemed to have worked, as he gradually stopped crying. They both sat there for quite some time in silence.

"You know," Brock finally spoke, "my sister always spoke of you highly. You were always so well respected by your peers, and she was not. I could tell she was jealous; she was jealous of a lot of people really," he paused to sniffle, "...But you especially. After that time in Cairo, I think she developed a bit of a... well... 'liking' to you."

"What do you mean by that?"

He blushed a little. "It's embarrassing, and I don't want to besmirch my sisters memory, but I guess you have a right to know. I'm sure she would've let you know herself at some point," he sighed, "I caught her once, you know, late at night, doing... well... masturbating. To you. I didn't disturb her of course, but I did check her computer afterwards, and well... lets just say there was a lot of you. And it wasn't an isolated event either, she seemed to do it a lot." He wiped his eyes with a tissue. "She was so excited about seeing you again too, I don't think I ever saw her as giddy."

Nora was stunned. Roxxy really had a crush on her? She didn't really pick up on it, but that partially explains why Roxxy invited her here in the first place. Nora felt sad, and a little regretful, that she only found out now. At the very least she wanted to talk to her about it.

"I guess I'm flattered that she thought about me that way."

They sat there for a while together, ruminating on what was just said.

"You should go. We still need to get out of this place."

"Yeah," Nora replied, taking her arm back from around his shoulder, "still got some work to do."{endif}