(oops lol typo sentence)<br/><br/>Ray blinked and withdrew his hand the second it was pushed away. The hiss Saint made had him feeling a bit bad. Worse than he was already feeling. Saint wouldn't be that way if it wasn't for him. He looks at Saint when he took a shirt and put it on. Watching him before standing. Putting the cream away with the lid on.  Going over to the basket and looks in it. Finding a belt because he knew he would most likely need it, a pair of jeans that looked small, and a shirt. He shyly takes the kimono off and slips on the pants. His very undernourished and anorexic frame all skin and bones. He pulled them up and had to use the belt all the way through the loops and around his form about twice to hold them up on his hips. He pulled the shirt on and while it fit, it was ballooning all around him. He was like a skeleton with skin and muscles. He waited by the door for Saint. Shifting uncomfortably as these clothes revealed just how skeletony he really was. Hoping that it would go unnoticed.