Ryo cries out happily and in excitement. "YAY!" he giggles happily. "Okay..." he eats quickly and is still blushing. He wasn't usually that bold. He finished his food and watches as Saint left. He starts washing his dishes. He doesn't answer. He didn't want it to be true. But he knew it was. And he didn't want like he wanted love. He needed someone to love him...something he hadn't had in his entire life. "I...Um...whatever." he stammers. He didn't even know what to say to that. Because...it was true...wasn't it? Or was he wrong? He didn't know.<br/><br/>He starts to talk to himself in Italian outloud. "PerchÃ© non Ã¨ possibile nessuno mi ama? Mia madre e mio padre non mi ha nemmeno l'amore. E se San realtÃ  non mi ama ... allora io non ho amore da nessuno ... Io sono cosÃ¬ in conflitto ... Io lo amo ... ma voglio che mi ami troppo. E ho paura di chiedere per lui ... se lui dice di no ... o mi piaci davvero ... che mi frantumi. Schiacciare il mio cuore ... perchÃ© io lo amo cosÃ¬ tanto."(Why can't anyone love me? My own mother and father didn't even love me. And if Saint doesn't really love me...then I don't have love from anyone...I am so conflicted...I love him...but I want him to love me too. And I am afraid to ask him...for if he says no...or I really like you...that would shatter me. Crush my heart...for I love him so very much.)