Sam's face fell. Well, no one was perfect and he really shouldn't have expected Ryan to be so forgiving. He regretted deeply leaving the car like that, and not trying to contact him. But he'd needed time to get his shit together. Now he needed to make amends. "I know. I'm sorry," he said softly. "So this is either absolutely creepy or flattering, maybe a bit of both? Ah, well I pulled my marshal card and got your schedule. Just for this week I swear. But I got reservations for Giacomo for Sunday night. I was hoping you'd accompany me?" He waited on baited breath, unsure if it would be enough. But he had to try, especially knowing Ryan's favorite food.<br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/>Rai wished he had his cloaking pendant, but kept the blanket tight around him. "I'm not trying to sound like an ass here but why are you sorry?" The tip of his tail flicked under the blanket. He did want to shower and get into a fresh pair of clothes. But for some reason he stayed put for now. "I can get home from here it just requires a bit of flying. You know... I'm kinda jealous that you can hide your demonic features. I can't, not without magic." He curled on the cushions. He could relate to Kane's loneliness and never feeling like he did anything right. But he didn't say any of it out loud. Assumptions wouldn't get him anywhere.