Ryo looked freaked out that he had been watched. He looked away ashamed someone knew the pain he went through. It was hard for him to accept someone had seen it and let it still happen. His never stopped protecting him. His mother hit His once and broke down crying. She drank harder and harder after that. Then finally she went back to normal. Soon it was the same old same old. Hes had been fifteen when he vanished. When he left and life became worse for him. He tensed as he realized he needed to put his shirt on. Looking for his hoodie but wasn't sure where it went. He quickly put on the shirt to hide himself from Hiya. He looked at him in confusion. Then remembered about the ears. His eyes going wide. Was that why Hisoku never took a relationship? Because in a way he already had one... He looked down and said nothing. Eating his tacos even though he wasn't feeling too hungry. They were good. Made him cry because they tasted just like Hisoku made them. Whimpering a bit as he missed his big brother.<br/><br/>He looked at Hiya as he spoke again. Confusion settling in as he spoke. It made sense yet it didn't. He remembered the nights Hisoku came home looking tired and hurt. He had always wondered but never said anything. His mother had fawned over him and acted like it was the most tragic thing in the world. To him it hurt him to see Hisoku in pain but it hurt more to know his mother would never care for him like that.<br/><br/>His eyes went wide as he saw what Hiya did. Shaking his head and then ran a hand into his black strands. Listening to him speaking. Watching him and looked at him. He hadn't exactly been thinking that but he was trying to grasp understanding of all this but it was confusing. He looked at him. "Then where were you?" He asked finally. "Where were you when I needed help and before I started cutting?" He asked. His tone filled with pain. He did think teacher even though what that had to do with spells and sacrifices he didn't know. His tears fell...Hisoku really was gone. "Hisoku....." He said sadly. He looked at him with tears trailing down his cheeks. He looked down. He wasn't wanted and he wasn't desired. Story of his life.<br/><br/>He looked up in shock and wiped the tears away. "I can't. She'll be even worse when I do come home. I don't have clothes here." He said. Shaking a bit and looked down. "Her hurting me is just how it is. I deserve it for not being as good as Hisoku. For not being good enough to be loved." He said softly. His mother had told him that so often he really believed it. "Why do you even care? You can't order someone to love someone else." he said. His voice shakey and he hugged himself. Shaking his head. "Hisoku loved me. He kept me safe and kept mom sane. When he left eight years ago she snapped even further. She got worse." He said softly. "If I stay when I do go home she might kill me in anger that I dared to stay home." He whispered. Holding himself tighter.<br/><br/>He lifted his gaze. "Besides...why would you want me here?" He asked as he lowered his arms. "I'm scared to stay away from home. Yet...I'm afraid of what will happen if I don't. I don't know what to do." He said softly. His kitty ears twitching and his body shook. "This is so much and I don't understand most of it. I understand you were ordered to protect me so why did you let it go so long?" He whispered. Looking at Hiya. "Hisoku used to give me hugs and tell me it would be alright. That it wasn't my fault mother hurt me. That it wasn't because I was unloveable that she hated me." He lowered his gaze. "He was the only one who loved me. I just want to be cared about and...treasured." He said softly.<br/><br/>Looking at Hiya. "If I stay here...what will I wear to bed? What will I wear in the morning? There is still school." The questions let it be known it wouldn't be too hard to convince him to stay here where it was safe. He drank the sweet tea he had been given. "I love sweet tea. Did Hisoku talk about me? Is that how you knew I loved his tacos? How I loved sweet tea?" He looked at him curiously. "I was close to Hisoku. He was my big brother. He made me feel special. I'm happy that he had someone he was close to that wasn't me. That makes dealing with the fact he is gone for good and will never come home...easier to handle."