Ricky tried to shake his thoughts from it. She wouldn't believe him. Therefore until he could figure it out himself he wouldn't stress over it. Besides he kept thinking on it...she would ask him. He didn't want her asking him yet. She was being nice to him. That made him smile. He liked that even if he was just inside out...so to speak. That was the mystery. He smiled at her. "Yep." He said. He was ready for the bath. It would be odd because his mind was still a teenagers. God...he could use a cigarette. He needed one badly. He took off the big clothes, not that it was hard they practically fell off, and stepped into the bubble bath. Looking at her with a grin. "Bubbles bubbles everywhere..." He said with a light laugh. It was easy to be carefree when you were in a bubble bath. He gave himself a bubble mustache and beard. "I'm Santa Clause." He said. God where the hell had this odd ballness come from? He was certain it hadn't been there before. So he didn't worry about it. He just went with the flow. This him just seemed more relaxed. Less stressed out. Maybe it was because it was before he ended up raising himself. When his other family didn't want him. They wouldn't want him now either. He looked at her and continued playing in the bubbles.