Halo looked at the girl. He'd heard her. Biting his lower lip. He had started to get up when she was there to help him. His cheeks flushing. "I didn't realize. They normally hear. One of them lets me in for a while. Then I leave again. I don't wish to be trouble." He stammered out shyly. Looking at her. "You were? I see. I am glad I did not wake you." He said in a soft whisper. Still flushing greatly as she led him by however she had helped him up with his arm. For a moment he was forgetting how to speak. Really, really beautiful girl touching him and all that jazz. Plus when she touched him he felt a warm soothing and calming sensation. Like his internal chaos was being centered and at ease. His chaos was not determined by good or evil but by loss and isolation. By confusion how others could hate without knowing. The longing to be at least accepted by others and those his own age. He had Mami and Papi DiMiggo's but they couldn't afford to host him all the time. Least he didn't think so.<br/><br/>He couldn't ask them for such a thing. Not with....not with him being a Ghost Whisperer. He couldn't do that sort of thing to them. They treated him like he was human and they loved him. He loved them back or he wouldn't keep returning even if it was just for a bit of sleep. He looked at her as she spoke again. Snapping him from his rapid and whirling thoughts. Blinking a bit. Yawning but for some reason wished to stay up just a little while longer with this beautiful long haired girl. "Something to drink..." He said. Lighting up about the scones. "I love mami damiggo's scones! Especially her cinnamon chip scones. They are the best!" He said with a grin of delight. Not saying anything else and blushed at his exclamation. He looked at her again. "She always makes amazing scones." he nodded his head. "She always makes more than enough in case others come by."<br/><br/>He looked at her curiously. "The daughter they mentioned was abroad on trips? Nice to meet you. I'm Halo." He said softly. Blushing in embarressment at how stupid his name sounded compared to hers. Returning to normal as he took the glass of orange juice. Cradling it in his hands and sipped at it. Watching her come back with scones and then saw there was a cinnamon chip scone! His eyes went wide and sparkled. He grabbed it after putting the glass down. Holding it in his hands like it was some sacred artifact. Then took a small bite of it. He was focusing on the heavenly taste of the cinnamon scone. It always tasted the awesomest fresh out the oven or reheated in the microwave.<br/><br/>He blinked when he saw her sit near him. He smiled as Fiona, the family cat, jumped into Elizabeth's lap. His expression looked confused and puzzled. "What...am I?" He echoed as if this was some foreign concept. Blinking a bit and paled. "I am not a bad person. I am merely a freak." he whispered softly. He bit his lip. "They call me the Ghost Whisperer. I spend more time in the burial grounds all around the city than with people. The long since gone are not as judgmental or hating as those who are living. I don't...know how or why. I don't remember my parents. Just the ghosts. Mami and Papi Damiggo are the first parental type people I have had. They have cared for me since I was little. I just...don't wish to bring them trouble when they are so caring."<br/><br/>He fell silent and trailed off. He looked at her and bit his lower lip. "Why do you have the white aura around you? I'm not going to bite. Its just...when I was waiting for them to open the door..." He trailed off for a second. "Nevermind...its going to sound stupid and you probably wouldn't believe me..."