Why Do You Care So Much?

~Calls Ron, no answer. Five minutes later cell rings and rushes to get it.~
Lunar: Hello?
Ron: ...Hey... ~Hesitant.~
Lunar: Are you okay, what's wrong?
Ron: I'm so sorry.
Lunar: For what?
Ron: I am really sorry, Lunar.
Lunar: Ron, tell me what's wrong.
Ron: I screwed up.
Lunar: What do you mean by that?
Ron: I got my texting taken away and I don't know how long I am grounded from my computer now.
Lunar: Your parents take your cell phone away and got a new one?
Ron: Sort of.
Lunar: I see, but you are okay right?
Ron: Yes...But I can understand if you don't want to be with me anymore.
Lunar: Why do you say something like that?
Ron: Because I only have my phone now, I can't text and who knows when I get my computer back. Every time I'm with someone I love, I always screw up.
Lunar: You honestly think I'm gonna leave you?
Ron: Yes, a lot of women do.
Lunar: I am not like other women, Ron. Remember that.
Ron: Why do you care so much? I am not important.
Lunar: Caring is my...Weakness so to say, I guess.
Ron: I'm glad you care for me, Lunar.
Lunar: Hey, no problem. Don't worry Ron, I care for you as much as I care for my little brothers.
Ron: That must be...A lot.

Of corpse we did this over the phone and shocking I remember it word for word. Anyways, I drew it to where he was sitting down and I had my hands on his cheeks, telling him this and he was blushing. Not too good with the side of bodies, faces I am good it, just not bodies...I MUST work on this! Dun dun dun!