Ryan once again fell down onto the bed. He hated himself, he’d blown it with the women he loved her knew that. Polygamy may be a normal thing to him but judging from their reaction, him being bi was bad enough let alone that part of his psyche. He gazed deeply at his arm and wished he had some sharp pointy object which for some reason beyond him made his veins pulsate rather quickly.<br/>Ryan then got up and knocked on the back door hoping to talk to Uriel. He doubted she’d want to talk to him after everything that had happened but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying. Ryan was in love with two people that was normal for him. Like always he was expecting to have to choose and if he had to choose he would choose Uriel.<br/>Ryan’s suicidal thoughts were coming closer to the surface though so he shoved them down as deep as they would go. He was weak, at least in his mind, and Ryan refused to let that weakness surface if he could help it.<br/>“Ureil can… can we talk?”<br/>WHile he waited Ryan paced nervously, he needed to talk to her and fix this. Ryan thought himself a freak but he didn't want to lose the women he loved because of it.<br/>"Please I really need to explain myself." If he lost Uriel it would destroy him. Considering he was leaving his home to help her he didn't want to go through that at all.<br/>There were somethings he was willing to give up to win Uriel over. SO he would give them up, anything to secure her hand. Having just discovered they were at least half the same race gave him hope. Not much hope, but the hope was there.