Ray was starting to wake back up when Saint came into the kitchen. He yelped and jumped. "I wasn't sleeping." He says meekly. Panicking then realized he was here not there. "Oh...sorry." He was now a tomatoe from head to toe. He looks at him and was just recently gotten back to normally when he noticed Saint wasn't wearing a shirt. He couldn't help but marvel at the guys...build. He looked at his own form. Borderline anorexic. His family made him that way. He noticed the bruise on his arm and ashamedly covered his flesh back up. He bites his lower lip. He got up and hurried after Saint. "Can I spend time with you?" he asks shyly. Looking at him hopefully. "I've never really had anyone to hang out with. I like spending time around you. You make me feel....brave." He says softly. "Well...braver than I am." He stood nearby. Looking down again. Just standing near yet rubbing his other arm. He looks at him. "Thank you for everything. Including the food. That is the best meal I have ever had."