Hope was kinda put off knowning that some stranger, some random guy most likely heard him talking to himself. That he opening up his most in depth parts of his emotions, the side of himself that he never showed to anyone. Hardly even himself. It was like razor blades to the gut knowing that someone even had a remote idea of who he was, what had happened to him. The pain and frustration was just untolerable. He looked into the man's attractive eyes and saw a glint of what he had seen countless times in his own eyes. A form of torment and pain, the face of living in reality. Carrying the loss of someone close to you in your eyes. "BACK OFF? You're the one invading my space."<br/><br/>Hope snarled when he was pushed to the ground, landing on his hand sending a snap through his index finger. "Shit." He held up his finger which was bent to the side and with a quick motion he pushed it back into its correct position with another crack as if it was nothing new to him. Pain. Hope arched his eyebrow when he heard the man ask he could have a couple minutes of his time "Well seeing you already wasted a couple already what's a couple more?" Hope shook his head when he heard him ask if he could give him a job with helping him around his house. "Jee do you do this to every random stranger you meet? Offer up a place to live and say come clean my house and I'll pay you."<br/><br/>Hope shook his head as a couple tears flung off of his face. "What's next the creepy you have a pretty mouth comment? You can't be so generous. No one is. People only do and use to get things for themselves. I have learned this the hard way. On myself." Hope stood and crossed his arms "So mister rich man what are you getting out of it?"