Lynx blinked and wondered why he couldn't just say it now. "Yeah. We protect each other with blood and then some." He said in agreement. He could understand that. He looked at him. "Okay." He said. Even more curious now about why they couldn't just tell him down here. Wasn't that big of a deal was it? He was itching to know. What were they like super famous or something? Not that it would matter to him. He didn't give a damn about simantics or whether they were rich and famous. They treated him like one of the guys and he would treat them the same way. Besides...they were too cool to pass up a chance at being friends with them. "Okay." He said as he followed them to the elevator. Wondering how long it would take before he was kicked out of the hoity toity hotel. Probably not long if he parted ways with them.<br/><br/>He looked around as they exited into the living room like space of the penthouse suite. Whistling as he looked around. Now these were nice digs! And he hadn't even seen the bedrooms yet! He looked around some more. Walking after them and followed them into the bedroom. "DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN." He said. This was a nice pad! He looked at them as the towel dropped. Quickly looking away with a red face when the trunks hit the ground. Rubbing the back of his head. Why the hell had that been a hot sight for him? He wasn't sure but he didn't want to think about it right now. The guy was good looking but as soon as he thought that he scolded himself.<span style="font-style: italic"> ~what the fuck is wrong with you today?! You aren't supposed to be thinking of other dudes like that! Idiot!~</span><br/><br/>He looked back at them. Feeling the twin conversation but didn't comment about it. He was not going there. He hurried back out and threw himself down on the couch. He ran a hand through his hair. This was not cool. He should not be thinking like that. Not at all. He would get hell from the guys, not that they wouldn't still accept him, but they would give him hell. He shook his head and paid attention when Tate walked out. "Um...not really?" he said questioningly. His stomach growling to remind him it hadn't eaten in over a week. Damn stomach. He didn't respond about it though. He was used to going without eating. He hadn't even gotten to EAT the food he stole. Had to ditch it all.<br/><br/>"Maybe a drink. I'm actually kind of thirsty." His stomach growled again as if to say hey what about me? He didn't acknowledge it because hunger was a common and frequent factor in his life. It always had been for as long as he could remember.