Eyes closed, he senses that Kristoph was gone, and now it was just himself and the visitors. Sighing softly, he realizes it had gotten louder, the voices were coming closer, and before he knew it, the boy he'd seen getting out of the van had climbed up the stairs, which was a feat in itself, and was standing in the same hallway his room was on. Right in front of his door. His eyes open quickly, and he sits up, carefully getting off of his bed, and halfway over to the door, his knob suddenly jiggles, a key was inserted, but of course it wouldn't open. He had the only key that went to the door.<br/><br/>Freezing mid step, he stares at the door, watching it jiggle again, hearing the breathing of the boy right outside. Hearing him talk to himself. His breath catches in his lungs, and when the door finally stops moving due to the fact that none of the keys would work, he sighs quietly in relief, before backing silently away and clambering up onto his bed again.<br/><br/>As he hears more movement, now that the boy had probably moved to another room, he sighs again.<span style="font-style: italic">'Why me?'</span>He thinks to himself, closing his eyes and covering his face with his arm as he lays on his back. He was exhausted already, and he'd just woken up a few hours ago. This was ridiculous.<br/><br/>"Just go away!" He groans, his voice moving around the entire house, echoing all around every room, like a wind of change, or a ghostly wail. He hadn't even meant to say anything out loud, and cringes, rubbing his forehead with his fingers, now annoyed with himself.<br/><br/>A noise at the window distracts him from his annoyed attitude, a tapping sound. He lowers his arm, and looks over, seeing it was Ebony, who was tapping it's back against the window lightly. A soft smile forms on his lips, the large jet black bird always managed to cheer him up, even if it was just a little bit. Getting up from the bed, he crosses over to the window, and opens it, allowing the bird to hop inside, and onto his arm.<br/><br/>One would notice that these particular birds, both ravens and crows, congregated in large bunches around this house,a if it were a certain meeting place for them to gather. Most do not appreciate these birds, but he loved them. He understood them, and they understood him. He often associated himself with them, they were seriously misunderstood creatures.<br/><br/>Closing the window again, he sits on the edge of a chair in the corner of the room, smiling as Ebony rubbed it's soft, warm feathers against his cheek, as if trying to comfort him. He reaches up and ran his fingers against the glossy black body, an almost purr like sound coming from the bird. "You always know what to do huh...?" He murmurs, sighing softly once again.<br/><br/>He just wished he knew an answer to what he should do about these new people...hopefully they weren't planning on staying for very long.