Ryan frowned and shook his head. "I would never make fun of anyone." He insisted. "Honest....just...I'm not used to people being here." He wrung his hands. "I'm allergic to light so I haven't been outside in seventeen years." He commented. "I have a paster who comes out on sundays, and a care taker that makes sure I'm alright. He's cool..." He nodded slowly. "My mom and dad died in a care wreck, you know..."

Kyndal frowned a bit, watching him. "I'm sorry," she said softly. She couldn't help but stare at him for a moment before shaking her head and looking down again.

"That was like four years ago. Sorry you miss them if my dad was really who you were looking for and stuff." He murmured. "Where did Grandpa go? Is he still talking to you?"

Kyndal sighed and slowly shook her head. "He left... right after he showed me how he died... this morning," she whispered. "He left me a letter but..." She shrugged, tears coming to her eyes again. "I don't know why but he told me to come find you." She hesitated for a long moment. "You look... almost just like him."

Ryan smiled a little. "I do?" He asked softly. "Uhm. Cool?" He asked. "I'm sorry do you want food, or drink or anything? I can make some spaghetti."

Kyndal smiled a bit, looking at him teary-eyed, and nodded. "That would be great," she whispered. She squeezed her hands together and took another deep breath, doing her best not to cry anymore.

Ryan saw that she was going to cry again. "You're really sad huh?" He asked softly. "I'm sorry my Grandpa had to leave you. Maybe he'll come back?"

Kyndal shook her head. "He won't," she whispered. "I don't know if he can and I know... he wants me to... you know, live my life."

Ryan frowned. "Did you love him? You seem upset enough." He said softly. "I loved a girl when I was seven, but then I couldn't see her anymore. I was pretty upset then."

Kyndal glanced up at him, smiling a little. "Is it crazy if I did?" she whispered. "I knew... he wasn't human but..." She sighed and shook her head, looking down again. "I didn't want him to go. And definitely not like that..."

"I don't think it's crazy. Some people fall in love with fourteen women. Others love their cats more then other humans...I watch a lot of TV and there are wierder people then me out ther.e"

Kyndal smiled a bit and nodded. "Yeah..." she whispered softly. She licked her lips. "So umm... you wouldn't mind feeding me?"

Ryan shook his head. 'Yeah I'll go make dinner." He got up and slipped out the door, rushing down stairs to make the spaghetti. At least he knew how to cook for himself, and apparently other people now.

Kyndal smiled a bit and took the time while he was gone to slowly roll out her neck. She was so sore for some reason. She wondered if the head wound she'd experienced through Penny had really had any affect on her, or if that was just her imagination. She rubbed her eyes, feeling guilty about sitting there while he cooked but... she didn't want to feint again, so she didn't risk getting up.

Ryan cooked the spegetti good enough, and brought the plates upstairs. He even made a few meat balls, but never made more then expected. He didn't really enjoy leftovers sitting in his fridge. "There you go." He said softly.