Shit. Shit shit shit shit! Of all the colors that it could be, Angel had to tell the truth. Purple. The very inhumanly color that naturally tinted the ghoul's irises. It took a great deal of willpower to not groan, grimace, or actually curse aloud for the monster, but instead, he just offered a soft laugh. If he didn't explain it, maybe this human wouldn't understand the importance behind such a change. If Angel didn't know, maybe he wouldn't go out of his way to seek it. After all, Mr. Nelson knew that the other didn't hold the natural fear of the unknown, based on their conversations. Telling Mr. Jackson what it really meant would only cause trouble. It'd probably even get the human killed as he tried to verify or deny the claims of the supernatural existing.<br/><br/>"You're still free to go. I wasn't lying when I said that," he assured Angel, trying to give a gentle smile. He couldn't tell if he succeeded, or if it was much more of a forced grin, but he wasn't going to hold up the released man any longer. "If something else seems off, you better come back. Even though we don't see anything now doesn't mean that something couldn't develop," he explained, then he got up and went to grab the door so that the patient could head out. When Mr. Jackson came close, Ray reached out his free hand to lightly ruffle the soft strands of dyed hair. "I was only curious because it seemed a bit different," he added, intentionally keeping his voice low as if he were talking to himself. Once he got the other guided out the door, the clipboard handed over to the receptionist for proper filing, the ghoul groaned and turned to walk away.<br/><br/>"I'm calling it a night, as I have dinner plans," he called out as he shrugged off the white coat. With how stressed he was, he was sure that he needed to go find a real meal. Not human food, not a temporary snack to tide him over. No. He needed to find fresh flesh to feed on before his anxiety manifested starvation stacked on top of his near-starvation that playing human tended to leave him in. This hospital didn't have any proper meals for him, but... "I hope they have a cremation scheduled," he huffed softly to himself. When a body was scheduled to get burned and ground into ashes for the loved ones, normal people wouldn't know if some of the organs or flesh went missing before hand. Actually working with the bodies seemed like too much for Ray, which is why he never took an interest in the position. But, he did have a few resources, so once he was done wrapping up his things for his shift, he placed a few calls as he walked out the door. Thankfully, it seemed like luck was on his side for the moment, as he was able to secure a meal. With his appetite quelled for the time being, the monster was able to take the next few days to try and distract his thoughts from the strange situation.<br/><br/>As much as he didn't like to admit it, the strange purple eyes found themselves skimming over the patients in the waiting room. He wasn't sure why, but he was partially hoping to see the amusing teen from the large family, yet he was also relieved when he didn't see the face he was looking for. If Angel showed up, it would mean that something was wrong, or he might have to actually explain the reason why the odd eye color was an issue. Not seeing the other, though, left a deep nagging that the foolish mortal could be chasing after things that should remain in the shadows. After a few days, or was it weeks by now?, of stressing himself out over what he was trying to convince himself was nothing, he decided to try and catch a break. Getting drunk was a rather hard task for him, but Razeen was determined to give it a shot tonight. Getting the world tipsy, having a headache and massive upset stomach in the morning, and just giving up on the annoying issue seemed like it could be fun. It'd burn a hole in his wallet, for sure, but... It'd be worth it. And if that didn't work out, well...<br/><br/>Faux hazel eyes looked up at the sign to the gay bar, a soft huff of a laugh given to himself as he made his way inside. If getting drunk didn't work, maybe getting laid would. Whatever may happen, hopefully this would be just the distraction he needed after the last few anxiety inducing days.