Ryo merely nodded his head and watches him get pulled into Shadows lap. He watches then feels out of place. Sad...and utterly alone...because...he was. All he had was Saint. Who deserved to spend time with his brothers. So they could catch up and stuff. Whatever it was families do when they are reunited. He had checked and checked. He didn't have any family. It was like...when his parents died...so did his entire family. Which he couldn't figure out the mysterious circumstance of their deaths. And he was uber intelligent. He couldn't take it anymore. He shuts down his computer. And leaves the living room. Goes into the kitchen and starts to cook. Cooking for no purpose other than to try and not remember how he was virtually alone in this world. Without Saint...he would be utterly and undeniably alone. It wasn't long til the smell of Italian filled the room. He doesn't realize it...but that pent up feelings of hurt and abandonment...had broken free. And he was crying but it stopped as fast as it came. He was muttering in Italian. Not angrily...more like in loneliness. He felt like an outsider right now...because...he was an outsider now. He wasn't watching what he was doing. And lets out a cry of pain as the knife cut his hand. He never cut himself. So though he'd snapped out his thoughts. He was stuck frozen in place by shock and horror. Blood dripping down the cut.