Octavian's droopy ears perked when he saw Byron appear in front of the hole once again. Safe. He was safe now with the other there and not some stranger ready to blow his face into two. "Good evening," his gentle voice purred happily. He had nothing to give the human besides his time,<br/><br/>The smell of blood was in the air, clear as day for the mutant who looked down at the extended hand and ignoring the pretty watch. His eyes went to the dried up blood along the pads of his fingers and small patches on his palm. Without thinking much the boy reached into the hole and grabbed the other's wrist softly with the secondary set of eyes opening wide. The shape was a bit more oval shaped with almost no crease that gave it a look of just two holes right below his other eyes. The part that would scare any are the very tiny white pupils that practically vibrated. He wasn't thinking that the other was a normal man, that he had never seen his eyes before and probably didn't want to see them for that matter.<br/><br/>"Where are you bleeding?" Voice laced with worry as he gave a gentle tug of his wrist, urging him to come out of the wall and into the outside. Four sets of pupils moving all at once to scan his body through the darkness. He couldn't see where a wound was, which made Octavian assume it was under his clothes or on the back half of his body. Around his shoulder was his little bag, inside clean strips of cloth mesh and cotton, normally used to block bleeding back where he was from. "Show me where, please. All my things are clean," His soft voice nearly a whine as fingers released his wrist and returned to the mutant's side.<br/><br/>"The-- The watch is beautiful though," A watch was an incredibly rare item to find, at least one that you could read properly. It was less valuable by the fact that it didn't work, but it was still rare. He fumbled over his words nervously, pushing long black locks from soft colored eyes. Octavian still had no idea that his eyes were open as it was a natural thing for him to do at nighttime. "We don't have many, especially ones made of metal... most are faded out plastic junk," He murmured, hoping that him talking would help the other want to come out so that he could see what was hurting him.<br/><br/>"I'll only take it if you let me see what's hurting you," He wanted to laugh at his little 'threat'. He doubted the other cared that much about giving him something, but it was worth a shot.