If he was being honest how well Ureil took it shocked him. Back on Earth, on level six at least, people with mental health problems were seen as a burden. Everyone on Earth had to work to maintain the bunkers, well all those on level four downward. Level sixers were responsible for maintaining the sewage system, which was ironic considering the state of their own level, so a suicidal person was a hassle at best. When she showed him her house he was in purse shock. A home that was this clean was totally alien to him. That was what shocked him the most, the cleanness. Not owning any personal belongings in his life he didn’t even care that he couldn’t have his own stuff. He wanted desperately to belong so he was glad that at least was happening. Ryan didn’t admit however that the first thing he thought when he saw the city was flying was ‘wow this is not good for  a guy in my mental state.’ Although since he had been here with Ureil the pulsing in his veins had seemed to slow down, as if they were calming with his mood.<br/><br/>“Its fine, there’s only one bed. I’ll sleep on the floor I’ve slept on worse.” She couldn’t possibly know the insult she’d just given him. This was his first relationship, so the idea of sharing a bed with her on his first proper night with her was way to fast for his own liking. He sighed and admitted he best explain that comment. “If I’m being honest this is my first proper attempt at even courting a women and to share a bed with her on the first night we were alone it just wouldn’t feel right. I’m sorry if that’s not how it’s done in your culture… I mean our culture.” He was still getting used to being a hybrid. “But I was raised on earth by my father for the first few years.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">again with this love BS?? Do you even know I'm here! We have a Mission Ryan</span>this time when the voice came there came an inching sensation on his scalp. he scrathed there and found a scar. 'weird' he thought to himself.