Ryoki looked at him. Trying to understand this spell and sacrifice thing. Special school? Is that why his brother stopped being nearby? It must be. He thought to himself. His eyes widened as Hiya wiped his tears away. He listened to Hiya as he spoke on Hisoku. Listening to him speaking. "I stopped caring when Hisoku never came home. When he wasn't there...I had no reason to try to be happy. Everything I was told by mother was never positive. Except...except when she stayed away from the bottle. Those times she would tell me she loved me. She would tell me that I was special." He spoke softly. He looked down. "Hisoku was always positive to me. He kept...he kept mother from hurting me because she never wanted to hurt him."<br/><br/>He hadn't meant to hit a sore spot with his question about why he hadn't been there. He lifted his gaze to look at Hiya. He was confused by what he needed that he couldn't have given him. He wondered if it meant he needed intimacy. He said nothing as he spoke. Feeling bad for asking. He listened to him speaking. He had fallen in love with him? That...that was surprising. Mother told him he wasn't loveable. She showed him he wasn't every day. He listened to him speak. Images passing before his eyes. Mostly asleep and seeing the reflection of someone in his mirror before falling asleep fully. Remembering the rubbing on his back and thinking it had been Hisoku. He remembered it. He studied him as he spoke. Understanding somewhat. "Am I your new sacrifice?" He asked. Needing to understand but not fully able to do so.<br/><br/>He watched the guy leave the area. Finishing his tacos and drinking down the last of his sweet tea. He blinked as the duffle bag was dropped on the floor next to him. He picked it up and opened it. There really was new clothes in there. Clothes that fit him and weren't a bit too big. He looked up at him. Blinking a bit. His face nuetral. Why was someone caring for him? He looked down. He didn't want him going back to his mother. Couldn't she claim he was kidnapped? No. She wouldn't do that. She wasn't happy he lived there. He looked at him and had tears rimming his eyes. "I can take the couch. I don't mind." He said softly. "You are bigger than the couch." He said softly. "You are serious about protecting me?" He asked softly. Tears of happiness because he might belong somewhere again. He wiped the rimming tears away.<br/><br/>He looked at him. "I'll stay...here...for tonight." He said softly. Having to say it slowly to make himself say what he really wanted. So used to not having that. "I want to stay here where its safe...tonight." He said softly. Though he didn't show much happiness it was there in his voice. He was safe and someone would protect him from his mother again. It brought happiness to his heart that he hadn't felt since Hisoku died and never came home. He looked at himself. Yeah. He did need a bath. "Bubble bath?" He said. Tilting his head to the side. Ears twitching as he looked at him. "Hisoku took bubble baths with me." He said softly. "We would try to make each other into snow men. Covered in bubbles. Whoever could get the other with the most bubbles before popping would be the winner." He said softly. A faint trace of a smile on his lips.<br/><br/>He heard the next comment and a short giggle escaped his lips. He held the new clothes to him like they were treasures. "I'll go take a bath...and get in pajamas." He said. Taking the clothes out for night time. A pair of blue pajama pants and a button up blue pajama top. Nuzzling the soft fabric as it felt nice. He then looked at Hiya. "Can you show me to the bathroom so I can take a bath?" He asked shyly. His words hesitant as he was staying here but he was clearly worrying about the reprecussions of doing so.