The way Wren said 'so' was good enough to make the boy flinch back a bit in fear, he was someone who couldn't handle being yelled at by another. Thankfully this wasn't yelling, just a bit of scolding for going near the wall and even talking with a nonmutant. "To be fair Wren, you would have noticed if I wasn't here, and so would Alani... If I didn't let her in she'd probably have a panic attack." Alani was another mutant who had interesting looks, to say the least. She was a worker for Octavian and his little flower shop, and she was a bit of an anxious thing, so having a tight schedule always helped her, so if he didn't show up on time that'd raise a few red flags. The older man kept going on about the dangers he could have been in if something didn't work out as perfectly as it had.<br/><br/>"Could of this, could of that, I know. But it didn't happen Wren! He didn't shoot, he didn't hurt me or bring any others..." It was frustrating how he was completely right and so wrong at the same time. Byron wasn't going to hurt him, but so many times it was proven that the nonmutated humans were cold and heartless bastards who wanted nothing but their standard of perfect on this earth. But Byron wasn't perfect, he seemed emotionless and blank... but he was alive. "If he kills me you can look at my dead body and say I told you so, but he isn't going to kill me..." He sighed.<br/><br/>Watching the watch be plucked from his hands he smiled. "I will be careful! They take shifts so I just have to leave before the next one comes, and now we can give times on when to meet," He said cheerfully before wrapping the other in a tight hug. He was sure that his horns didn't smack the other somewhere unpleasant, as he did that as a young child often, it was hard to tell where they were when they really had no feeling.<br/><br/>"It confuses me honestly why he isn't killed. Trust me, something is off about him... It's not exactly a bad off, but I suppose it's something that makes things harder," He realized his words probably were just confusing Wren at this point. It sounded like Byron had some disability instead of just a lack of emotions, or at least a lack of showing emotions. There also had to be something wrong, or right, about him for Byron not to kill Octavian on the spot.<br/><br/>"So, I'll come for it later tonight, okay?" Octavian had to open the shop soon, and he had a big order that he has been putting off. He wasn't looking forward to it, but it'd help the day go by faster. While he did flowers he had various things he needed to do during the day. He was a fairly busy person and didn't like to hire random help, he liked to remain a small business that took a couple of commissions. He planned to stay in the village his entire life, so there was no need for an abundance of funds that would never be spent.