Dakota shook his head slowly as he laided his head down on the table "Its not your fault...my brothers normaly a jerk...im the last born so they feel the need to pick on me" he told her as he  hid his face. Rave sighed with a small smile<br/>"there the reason Dakota is in his little shell..." she told her watching as the waitress came back with there order, Rave had her salad, Dakota had a bacon sandwich and Grace had her water.<br/><br/>He looked up sniffing the food before picking up the sandwich and taking a bite into it "Mmm so good" he groaned like he hadn't had food in a while<br/>"Your dad starving you again?" Rave asked, Dakota could only nod as he took another bite of his meal.