<strong>Sullivan "Sully" </strong>(Early 2008, 14)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Flat<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Maria<br/><hr/><br/>He let her go after only a moment or two. "Thank you, Maria." He'd say, in regards to her offer to study later. He could definitely use it, if only to be more comfortable with the language. As she moved into the kitchen, he trailed after her, much like one might expect a stray dog to do when one has given it scraps of food. But, he maintains enough distance between them to not violate her personal space again.<br/><br/>"I'd like that. Thanks." He would hang back in the kitchen, and watch her. "Do you need help?" Pasta wasn't exactly the most difficult thing in the world to make, but in Sully's mind, everything was difficult. And, well, he kind of did feel a little bad that she spent so much time looking out for him... so, maybe he could help her.  Maybe even one of these days, he might be able to be the one cooking for her.