"We can head out then," he offered. He was both tired and hungry but sleep was the bigger pull right now. And as delicious as his mum's cooking was, Ryah wasn't about to subject his guest to it when he couldn't even enjoy it. "I'm, er, not much of a cook," he admitted making a face, "but I get by."<br/><br/>Ryah ducked his head around the corner and called out a quick goodbye to his parents before ducking back out. Once they were back on the road, it was just a few blocks away to his place. Unlike his parents' place, rich and opulent and spacious, his own apartment was positively cramped in comparison. Still, it was entirely his own and he was proud of it. It had been run down and outdated but Ryah had spent countless hours redoing the entire place, top to bottom. It had taken him over a year but it had been worth it, for the hardwood floors, the clean lines and use of well hidden storage spaces. His bedroom, which technically wasn't even a room, was just up the stairs, but out of sight, affording some semblance of privacy. Not that Ryah had people over often. The front door was reinforced steel and he had one camera looking out into the hallway.<br/><br/>He led Drake up to his floor and let them in, asking if he wanted a shower first. The bathroom was absolutely tiny but it was clean and the floors were heated. Ryah grabbed some spare sleep clothes and pulled the couch out, making it up for the other male, leaving his laptop unlocked on the table in case he needed it for anything. There really wasn't much to point out in his loft. It was probably a little cold, stark, with all the white, but Ryah wasn't much for interior decorating. Most of the splashes of colour was due to his sister's keen eye.<br/><br/>Leaving the brunet to it, Ryah stripped down to his boxers, feeling the grime and dirt finally hitting him. His last shower had been before the showdown with Phin, hadn't it? He laid down and shut his eyes, just for a moment. And was out like a light.