He lets out a sigh and looks down at his feet, and spoke quietly, You have no idea.. You're much different than everyone I've met. No one else listens, or cares to listen. No one else has even tried to take care of me. I'd kill to come with you. I have nothing here, and... He stops for a moment, his eyes searching the asphalt. Yeah.. I'd like to come with you, indefinately. I'm tired and afraid of being alone, and I want it to stop. He looks up to see that he'd already started on his way again, and he ran up to him, almost clinging to him, but instead smiled and stared into the sky.