Ryah asked if there was anything Drake wanted from his place. Personal effects or anything sentimental or important. If not, they'd be driving straight to his parents', where he'd drop Charlie off. Hopefully his parents would know how to help her. After that, he wanted to go home and just sleep for twelve hours straight. Ryah had enough clothes he could lend out to Drake. They weren't so different in height and size, and Ryah liked his clothes comfy and loose anyway.<br/><br/>His stomach growled and he realized he hadn't eaten in hours. Stopping for food probably wasn't a good idea though. Instead, he asked Drake to check the glove compartment for a protein bar. He usually kept a few around, along with bottles of water in his trunk. "You really think Phineas will follow us to Boston? Jackson, his second, knows how many of us there are in the community. It would be foolish to go all the way there," the brunet said.<br/><br/>He found it easier to change the subject. Offering his blood up willingly felt strange, wrong. He didn't want to talk about it anymore. Even if Drake could make it feel good, even if it wasn't going to hurt, Ryah didn't want to think on it any longer. He didn't know what to talk about though. Making small talk with a vampire? What was he supposed to do? Ask about the New York Rangers? The Jets? That seemed silly to him.<br/><br/>"My place is pretty small and I don't have much, but the couch is comfy and I have a laptop though, if you want to job hunt online." His place in fact, was barely 425 square feet but it had tall ceilings, and a tiny slice of rooftop patio. The loft was miniscule but it suited Ryah's needs.