Ray looks at Saint every so often while he waited. He walked over and sat next to Saint. He felt so small next to the man. His frame shivered a bit as he was a bit cold. "That is fine. I never get to watch TV. In fact I haven't seen the TV except from a distance. Or during movies in the classroom." He says softly. Looking at him. "Are you okay? You keep holding that water bottle to your ribs." He sasy softly. He was worried about his savior. He was worried the guy got hurt over him. He meant so little. He was still so confused on why the guy saved him. He just leaned back and watched the TV with Saint. He looked at him and smiled meekly. Looking away and started to hum a bit. Watching the football be thrown and rushed around the field. Watching people making touchdowns.