Ray listened to him. A loving mother? They really existed then. Why was it so hard for him to believe it? Maybe it was because he had never seen or experienced a loving mother before now. Never lets her children get hurt? Gets whoever hurts them? It sounded like a dream mom. Someone who was so perfect and wonderful they couldn't really exist. He listened to him talking. "My family doesn't." He said softly. "My family all hate me." He said. Closing his eyes. "I'm not even good enough to have more than a small closet for a room." He said softly. "It sounds like a dream life...having people who want to protect you. Having people who care about you. Who want you in their life. Who are happy you exist." He said softly. He opened his eyes and looked at Saint hesitantly. Then slowly nods his head. "Okay Saint. For you I will..." He said softly. Closing his eyes again. He was suddenly tired. He was so full. He had never been this full. Everything was hurting though he wasn't wanting to rub some cream on it. It hurt too much right now. It was like being able to relax he could fully feel the pain he endured so often.