No one was perfect, least of all Ryah, but this ex sounded a little clingy to him. Which, if Ryah thought about it, made sense. In a world where everyone around you kept dying, from enemies or old age or disease or whatever, when you found someone who wouldn't leave you by dying or whatever, what could you do? It couldn't have been easy, having to watch everyone you know and love die. Not that Ryah was going to tell Drake that. He'd never been a fan of playing Devil's advocate, and anyway, bygones and all that rot, right?<br/><br/>"What would you do if you found someone who was a regular old human? Someone who doesn't know anything about the supernatural world?" Ryah had thought about it before. But it never played out well in his head. Either they wouldn't believe him and think he was crazy, but if they did believe him, could he justify dragging them into such a blood-filled life? It was far too dangerous a prospect. Normal humans were so fragile and such easy targets.<br/><br/>"I, uh, don't really have old flames. I've been on a date here and there but never anything serious," he shrugged. His longest relationship to date was four months. He'd never found anyone who he'd ever connected with. Probably because he was a bit of a prickly, hot-headed asshole. "I did date my best friend in high school, which let me tell you, is a terrible, terrible idea. When we broke up, she took all our friends with her, which, fair enough, they were her friends first." Wasn't that how it always worked? One person always got the friends in the 'divorce'. High school had been tough after that. "I'm not gonna lie, it was my fault. She was kind of clingy and I didn't do commitment well. I know, I know. I'm a giant, walking cliche."<br/><br/>Back when he'd been younger, he'd thought about leaving it all behind. Getting a new identity and living a normal life. Finding a crummy apartment, going to school and getting a mundane, ordinary job. Getting into crippling debt from the schooling, finding a perfectly normal girl to settle down with, having a kid, growing old together. But like Drake said, once it found you, the supernatural never left you alone.<br/><br/>It felt like minutes later but they arrived in the next big town, New Haven, in under an hour and a half. It helped that Ryah drove like a maniac. "I need a bite. Did you want coffee or anything?" He asked, remembering that Drake liked the drink, even if it did nothing for him. The vampire was good for blood, at least, he figured. A drive-thru Starbucks would be enough, he figured. The pit stop didn't take long and they were back on the road before long.<br/><br/>"I'll make sure the hunting community in Boston leaves you alone," he promised. "And you can stay as long as you need. Seriously, I don't mind. Maybe I can send out some feelers, see if there's any way to get you a job in one of the hospitals. I'm sure we have connections. Or at the very least, we could drum up a fake resume and identity."<br/><br/>It was funny how the drive back home seemed to pass so quickly. The trip to New York had felt like days. But going home, it felt like mere minutes. He supposed it was the the fact that he had his sister back, and was going home.<br/><br/>"I'll drop her off at home at the BnB. Did you want to come in or stay in the car?" He couldn't imagine Drake would want to walk into a place filled with hunters but he thought it polite to ask, at least. "Or you want the keys to my place? I could stop there first. Let you get used to the place."