The students in their classroom had sat there with a stunned look on their faces. Ray at the rooftop was no longer muttering or murmering things. Just crying silently. He wasn't sure where he hated more...home or school. He did know things tended to be far, far worse at home yet school was just as bad nearly. He sits up when he heard the door to the roof open and shut. His eyes widen and he looks like someone just stole his cookies and ate them in front of him...only worse. His eyes were filled with panic and fear. He looked to see who had found his secret hiding place. He blinks as it was Saint. He wasn't expecting that. No he had expected it to be someone who was dangerous...Saint was just not to the degree everyone else was. Saint had helped him. That was something he still didn't understand. Saint was still someone to be feared if he let close he would get hurt again. Plus he didn't know what to expect from Saint.<br/><br/>He was sitting up now fully. Looking at Saint. "Yes. It is sanctuary." He says softly. His voice audible yet barely so. He takes the binder and bites his lower lip. "They are true though. I know I am not worth anything." He says. He almost sounded broken like there was more to what had him broken than just what happened here at school. Looking at his binder. Blinking and looks at him. "I don't understand." He says truthfully. There was a couple things he didn't understand. How being a dog was cool...and why Saint continued being nice to him. It was like he was in a dream world right now and he didn't want it to go away.<br/><br/>He flushed softly though as those words meant a lot even if they didn't make much sense to him. The most popular guy in school thought him cool even though he just followed him around like a scared puppy. He bites his lower lip. Looking at him and then looks out over the edge too. "That and...it is safe here. Nothing hurts me up here. Like it does down there. Here it is too far for pain or suffering to find me." He says in a soft voice yet saying more than he had since he started coming to school. He felt safe to say something to Saint. Faintly knowing that he wouldn't be hurt on any level by this guy. He watches Saint draw. Looking at the picture. Flushing as he felt...happy. That wouldn't last long he knew but he wanted it to. He couldn't let Saint close yet was very slightly starting to trust him. It was dangerous yet he was afraid that he would start to really trust him.<br/><br/>He looked at Saint and shook his head. "No...that isn't how life is. Life is much darker and full of much more pain and torment." He whispered nearly to soft to hear. "Why are you so nice to me?" He asks. It might have come out bluntly yet he clearly wasn't understanding. "No one is ever nice to me...not for long. So why are you being nice to me?"