Ray was sleeping quite peacefully for the first time in well...ever. He felt rested even while he was  still sleeping. He whimpered as he was shook and it was right on a fresh bruise from that morning. He slowly woke up and rubbed his eye with a fisted hand. "I'm up..." He said in a sleepy slur. He sat up and rubbed his other eye with his other fist. He stood up and followed him out of the room when he left. Sticking close to Saint. He looked up at the taller boy. He trusted this guy even though they had just offically met earlier today. The guy protected him when everyone he knew seemed to hate him. When the other boy picked on him he stood up for him. He brought him here and let him eat. Let him get some sleep. He held onto Saints shirt. He was still uneasy around his mother. All he could think of was it wasn't natural for a mother to be so sweet and loving. It would take him a bit to warm up to the idea she was treating him like a son should be treated.