Jiro seemed somewhat... offended by the girl's words, his usually happy face replaced with a content one.
"You know, you think you're alone... but your not. You put on this tough exterior and shove people away when they only want to help. You act like it's yourself against the world when, in reality, you're the only one fighting." Jiro paused for a moment, turning away from the girl. "When I was five, my parents were going through a rough time in their marrige. They eventually got divoriced and I was forced to decide who I wanted to stay with. I chose my older brother. He was living alone in an apartment and had barely enough money to support me... but he seemed to really want me around. For two years, I was happy to have a relative who cared for me. But, one day, I got into an argument with him... I said I hated him and ran out of the apartment. I wandered around the town for hours until I returned. I expected him to chew me out but there was no one there. Then, the police came to the door and... they told me... he had been hit by a drunk driver while looking for me. He was killed because I ran away." A longer pause came from Jiro, accompanied by a few tears which he wiped away. "After that... I was sent here. I couldn't face my parents after what happened, and I had no other relatives." Jiro looked back over to the girl, wiping one more tear from his eye. "So... you can forget about me leaving you alone. Even if you beat me up... I'm going to stay here. So... talk."