Ryo was working. Then he looks up and sighs. Holding Saints hands in his. He bites his lip. "I'm not sure...cuz while I want to know the answer. I'm afraid it won't be what I want and need to hear." he says honestly. He looks down at his work. He was biting his lip pretty hard. "Well...I want to ask it...but I also don't want to know. Because if its really not there...I'd rather stay in my illusions." he says softly. "I love you with every fiber of my being Saint...but..." he looks down. "...." he falls silent. "I don't know if you even feel the same way...I've told you that before...in Italian...that I love you with all my being." he says softly. Tears forming in his eyes. "You were alone Saint...but you still had friends. Which meant you still had people who loved you...who cared about you..." he sighs. "Saint...my mom was in and out of my life...when she decided I was 13 and therefore old enough to take care of myself without her popping in whenever she felt like it...she ditched me...my father had ditched me when I was 3. She went to meet my father...I've never had friends before. And I've never had anyone to love...or be loved by." he is crying but doesn't realize it. "So if you don't love me...just don't tell me...I'd rather live in my fantasy world." he says. Turning back around. "Because...you like me a lot...I know this...but whether or not you love me...as I do you...I don't." he buries his head in his arms. "Saint...I need someone who loves me...and if you don't love me...just let me stay in my imaginary world." he says and buries himself deeper into his arms.