Erik took the plate of food and set it on the table. Waiting for her before he sat down. He noticed she was staring at his chest. Now why was she going to do that? Sure he was toned and had a six pack but he wasnâ€™t used to people staring like that made him mmmm deliciously sexy. Still it felt kinda nice to be noticed like that. She was his friend after all. His strangely kindred spirit. He focused in on what she was saying as he began to eat. â€œIts fine. I am able to get it on and off so it doesnâ€™t matter that it shows off the muscles. He listened to her as she spoke. There was very little light to his eyes. Yet there was more than there had been when they first met. â€œThe hollow darkness in my eyes. The lack of life shields them from the lies. The ice within the soul. The lack of candle within the whole. Such loss of life puts such large walls of brick within their path. Nobody has been will to pay attention to the aftermath.â€ He said. Quoting another poem that he had written in his head. â€œIn other words...my ice lifeless eyes with very little candle of life within them scares them away. Not that I care...only kindred spirits matter. Only kindred spirits could understand.â€ He said simply. Eating another bite of his food. He looked down. â€œI am not kind. Least I donâ€™t believe I am. I am just realistic and protective over anyone I let into my bubble. You are the first to get past my defenses, shells, and barriers against others. As a friend I must not let you feel the emptiness that I do. The ice around my heart that makes it so others view me as cold. You see past that. See the me that could have been. It makes me feel something I donâ€™t know how to explain. Something I have never felt before. A strange warm sensation. I want to keep my friend safe and so I will.â€