Alan nodded, grabbing his head. "Yeah, I'm...ow." He said, closing his eyes in pain. "I've been b-better." He admitted, frowning. he had to admit, he was glad he and Alex made out of it with nothing ore than him having a headache, and...<br/><br/>He knew he could trust Alex now, that the older man was reliable, which made him smile. A sense of relief washed over the boy, as he looked up at the older man, deciding to ask him something.<br/><br/>"What's a syker?"<br/><br/>For years, people had called him that, used that as a reason to hate the boy. But...he never knew why, or what a syker<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>. And he was too afraid to ask, because people ether already hated him for being one, or he was afraid that they would hate him when he find out. But, Alex....Alan knew he was different, so he felt safe asking.