Matthew's father called to the boys as he finished cooking the shrimp and pasta. "Boys it's time to eat!" Matthew lets go of Dinjo and stands up. "Okay, lets go eat. I'm stuffed and it would be a waist of my dad's food. Espacially since you requested it." Matthew smiled wide and laughed as he started to exit the room thinking to himself about what he had just done. He pulled Dinjo close, normally he would push people away. He would try to run and stay as far as he could. But with Dinjo it was different, he didn't want to run. He wanted to stay close, infact he wanted to get closer. But what did this mean?