Erik didnâ€™t look at him. â€œI donâ€™t sleep much. I learned not to need it.â€ He said honestly. He just looked off in thought. Then went to start walking again when the man spoke. Looking to him. Stopped moving entirely and just paid attention to the what the man was saying. He didnâ€™t say anything. He saw the man look at him and glanced his way. When their eyes connected as the man asked that question a look of uncomprehension filled Erikâ€™s hollow and lifeless eyes. â€œHappy? I do not understand this term. I have seen happy...in others. I do not see how it has any connection to me at all. Happy...I do not know this emotion. I have never felt this emotion. Not even when on stage. What I feel up there is...free. Free and alive. Even if for but a moment...it is intoxicating and invigorating.â€<br/><br/>He shook his head. â€œHappy...this...I do not even know what it is. I know what it looks like to others but...I myself...have no connection to a feeling so meaningless and without any connection within my life.â€ He shrugged a bit. â€œSo...to answer you. I do not know. I do not know if I am truly happy. Or if I have ever felt happy.â€ He fell silent when the man resumed speaking. â€œFuture...?â€ He said as if echoing. â€œI have no thoughts of the future. It is hard enough to find out how to click in the here and now.â€ He said honestly. He instinctively tensed at the touch to his arm but when no pain followed the tension was gone seconds later.<br/><br/>He let the man lead him through the bar by his arm. He looked ahead. â€œA new page in my life... A new chapter... No...more accurately it could be said...I am beginning a...a new life. Perhaps...that is the best description of what has occured since the first time I stepped foot upon the threshold of this place. A new beginning. Not a new chapter. Not a new page. A new book altogether.â€ He didnâ€™t gain life but he did sound ever so slightly more lively towards Hayden then he had towards anyone else.<br/><br/>He fell silent and just listened to the man speaking. â€œIf I was to fear...it would not be of an emotion I have never experienced and truly know nothing about. It would be of the past finding me...and dragging me back down into that hell on earth. Yet...I am numb. A shell. It is how I am here...and not dead. Even if to most of the world...my hollow eyes and lifeless voice indicate that I am. That is my way...of indicating that I am not.â€ He sighed a bit and his stomach growled loudly before he could answer. â€œApparently my stomach and my wolf are in agreement that food is definitely a must.â€ He looked at him. â€œSo IHOP sounds wonderful.â€ He said simply.<br/><br/>He didnâ€™t really even notice the cold that was in the air. Then again...he gave off an extremely high and inhuman amount of warmth. Perhaps the man noticed it. Perhaps he had not. He looked to Pyro...Hayden. Whatever name you wanted to call him. Then he looked ahead. â€œTo a new beginning...with a kindred spirit. Perhaps...one day friends. Who knows? For the here and now...kindred spirit...goes a long way.â€