Rivers<br/><br/>"You ready for this?"<br/><br/>"I don't want to do this," he says at the same time Rhen spoke, his own lips turning down into a frown.  He winces slightly, his forced, jovial attitude quickly disappearing as the gravel begins to crunch under the jeep's tires.  The mixed man's blue eyes immediately fell onto the brightly-clad woman on the porch, entirely missing the aid in the yard.  His breathing would become more shallow as it sped up though it seemed to remain quiet enough not to alert his new friend.<br/><br/>In fact, when Rhen started to get out of the car, he reaches over and scrabbled to grab at her and try to get her back in so they could leave but it was too late.  The aide had seen them.  Rhen got out, but he sat in the car for an eternity it seemed like, analyzing and looking.  He stared at the woman on the porch and she stared back.  He could feel her eyes on him, looking into his very soul.<br/><br/>His eyes would burn with tears that he refused to let fall.  Not for her.  Not for forgetting him and wishing for a relationship.  She didn't deserve his tears.<br/><br/>Rivers didn't move until the aide nearly reached his door and he quickly opened up and jumped out, just to keep her away from him.<br/>"Something like that," he mutters and doesn't smile though she obviously tries.  There was anger in his steps now as he brushed by her and faced the elderly woman.  Anger that boiled over inside of him.  The wind around them seemed to pick up though it might still go unnoticed as he approached the stairs.<br/>"Grandmother," he says formally, staying a few feet away.