After all this time, he finally got her name. Ambrosia, or Rose as she told him to call her. The perfect name for someone like her. He locks that in the back of his mind, and gives a smile. "Well, it is nice to meet you, Rose." Yes, it was very nice to meet her. Formally this time. Little did she know, as it seemed, that he was the young boy he had helped those many years ago. And right now, he preferred that it stay that way. At least for a little while longer.<br/><br/>He watched her as she reflected on her past, saying that she had indeed been there before, going on to joke about not being compulsive and moving to a place that she knew nothing about. "I guess that makes sense." He chuckles softly, rubbing the back of his neck lightly. He was about to turn to go back inside, when she spoke again, asking...no, offering, for him to come over. That was an odd thing for her to say, but he took it up gladly.<br/><br/>"Sure, that sounds great. I got time to kill, so why not?" He points inside, gesturing. "I'll meet you on your side, yeah?" With that, he backs away, turning and going inside. This was all going more smoothly than he had thought it would. Almost too easy, if he thought about it. Maybe seeing that necklace had triggered something in Rose, that was why she was being so nice to him. No doubt she thought he would have sold it, he knew it was worth a lot. But to him, it was priceless. A gift from the angel that had saved his life.<br/><br/>He pauses, standing in the middle of his room, turning his gaze to the window, watching for a few minutes the rain pouring down now. To him it was comforting, and lifted his spirits, while to others would make them downhearted. He didn't know why, it always had, even when he was a child. It also might have something to do with the fact that on that night when he was younger it had been raining then too.<br/><br/>"Get it together..." He mutters this to himself, shaking his head slightly. Ruffling his hair, he fixed his clothes and leaves his apartment, going across the hall and knocks lightly on Rose's door. Before he had left he'd grabbed a new pack of cigarettes and a bottle of alcohol, vintage wine. Might as well be nice and give her a warming welcome gift. It wasn't what he usually did, but he was trying to get on her good graces.<br/><br/>When the door was opened, and she allowed him to come inside, he did that. His eyes gave a quick scan of the room, nothing more than a twitch of his eyes, and he saw everything. Though she had just moved in, it was almost like she'd been living there for a while, everything was clean and put in place, and he didn't see any boxes that would normally mean moving. But then again, Rose was different. He was sure there was an explanation on why this was.<br/><br/>"This is for you." He holds out the bottle of wine, giving her a smile. "Do you know how long you will be staying here? In the city?" He knew it was a seemingly harmless question, but to him it was vital. It gave him a time span on how long he had to get things in motion. "If you need someone to show you the best places to go, I'd be glad to help. All you gotta do is ask."