He saw the bottle and paled a bit. Stressing that she would think him weak and unable to protect her. He looked away for a moment. Not able to meet her gaze. He was so weak when the heart was having issues. Not always was the return from danger so quick and easy. Sometimes it was long. Sometimes it was painful. Sometimes it was both. He sighs a bit. "I was born with a weak heart." he says after a very long pause of silence. "I have a weak heart and need the medication for when my heart has issues." He says. Not sure how else to explain it. Taking the pills gently from her. "I didn't want you to know. I didn't want pity. I didn't want you to think me weak. I wanted you to see me as strong. I am able to protect you. I didn't want you to fear that I can't keep you safe." he says with a sad and trembling voice.<br/><br/>"I am the only person in this house who my brother will not lay a hand on. The only person who he cares about. He has killed people for trying to hurt me. He will protect me since I am the only person he values. Even in his strongest and darkest of rages he will never harm me. The good in him...it is because of me. If I wasn't here than it would fade away to nothing. His good is only towards me." He admits. Looking at her and forced a sad but warm smile onto his lips. "You won't be going back." He says softly.<br/><br/>Looking away again. "Don't cry...please don't cry." He says softly. "Let your wings out. I won't think anything ill of you. I won't be afraid or disgusted by you. You interest me. I like that you are different. So don't worry about that. Let them out so you aren't in pain. The intenseness is affecting me. Please...you can have your wings out in my room. Elsewhere do as you please. I want you more comfortable."