Matthew looked at him then at Viola then back to him. Hearing the laugh. "Hit man? Oh good." He said. Letting out a sigh of relief. "Then I'll like you. You're okay to stay." The way he said those things was humorous. Oh your a hit man then by all means stick around you're cool people. He closed his eyes. "I hate mercenaries. I don't hate people normally but mercenaries are worse than ayone." He said. Opening his eyees and looked at him. "I'm not even going to ask what you mean by bosses back. Got a feeling its better if I don't know." He said with a chuckle. It was the closest to a laugh he'd ever gotten. He felt rather confused by the fact he'd made a real chuckle. Odd. The smile faded as he remembered something and closed his eyes. He didn't want to remember that he wasn't allowed to feel good. If he felt good it was taken away from him. He didn't want to lose Viola. They'd somehow take her away from him. Somehow. He opened his eyes in time to see Viola run over and hug Tecca. He groaned as he forced himself to scoot closer to her. Whimpering as he moved until she was near him. Looking at her when she spoke. Then at her uncle. "I don't trust people...Viola was different. I had a feeling I could trust her. So I let her in my bubble." He said. His hand trying to find Viola's. He grasped emptyhandedly trying to find it. He slowly started to dose off again. "I wish grandma hadn't passed away...maybe things would be a bit different...if she hadn't left me when I was just two. Maybe I'd be...able to trust better..." He slipped into sleep as a new painkiller was added to his IV.