Jason was a bit more relaxed around Isa than around Parisa. But he knew it was due to around Isa he didn't get the judgmental vibes and tension. He hoped Parisa and he could pretend civility towards one another. At least in front of his twins. He felt the twins each grab on of his hands. They tugged him towards Miss Isa. Crying out follow us daddy. Daddy follow us. He grins a happy smile. "Alright. Lead the way little ones." he says. His tone gentle, soft, and filled with love for his babies.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Myxi looks at Isa shyly. Sucking on her right thumb as it was placed in her mouth firmly. She looks at the older girl. And smiles a tiny bit then looks around shyly. She liked this pretty dollhouse. She wondered if they were going to live in the dollhouse for a long time. Or if this was just temparary. She wanted to find daddy a female. Cuz if daddy got married to someone female then they would have a mommy.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Luka watches Isa make the sandwiches. "COME ON DADDY! FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!" he cries out in extreme excitement. He looks at Myxi. And smiles. "Maybe now daddy can actually eat more than scraps. We seen strays and street people eat more food than daddy. Remember Myxi?" he says and asks.</span><br/><br/>Jason "feels" around the room with his senses. He turned slight pink at Luka's words. "No. Luka its fine. Daddy is fine. So long as you two are happy and full...daddy is just fine." he says. Trying to hide the fact he was physically exhausted. Physically had no energy left within his form. He felt the kids tugging to go run to the small table. He lightly lets go of their hands.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Myxi and Luke exchange words between each other telepathically. "Do you think daddy will ever find a mommy for us?" she asks Luka. Luka replies. "I think so but it'll take a while. Daddy is so...cautious and he rarely remembers to think of himself. Its always us first and then he forgets himself most of the time." Myxi replies. "Yeah but I can tell...daddy is physically sick and weakening from lack of eatings." Luka replies. "Yeah but daddy is stubborn. He wouldn't let anyone know that." They then cease their mind talking and dig in happily to the PB&amp;J sandwiches.</span></span><br/><br/>Jason himself was trying not to pass out. The twins were right in their mental deductions. He was physically sick. Weakened since he had not had a true meal in over six months. And hadn't been able to eat more than a couple of times over the past three months. And within the last two weeks had eaten nothing at all. His babies were his life. Yet he tended to forget himself in his attempts to make them full, clothed, happy, and alive.<br/><br/>This shows as he suddenly crumples when he went to move forward. His features caught the light and they were very, very pale. Pale like someone undernourished and starting to get sick due to it. His breathing heavy as he pants. His limbs refusing to work for or with him. He felt his heart racing. He needed to get up. To pretend he was okay. Even if his little ones knew he wasn't...he had to stay strong. Be strong. All for them. They mattered to him. Them and them alone. He coughs up a tiny bit of blood. It trickling down his cheek. Revealing just how far beyond under nourished he was. The blood trickling from the side of his mouth.