Ryan didn't do anything after Kristen spoke to him. He simply just sat with his left leg up against the wall and his head hung. His thoughts broke through the floodgates of his brain and began to flow recklessly throughout his mind. Once again, my words seem to do nothing at best, and harm at not even the worst. Wish I had fedora like Shade's right now, would at least make this look less awkward. And I left my friend without telling them and I guarantee at least one person's worried, while the others probably think I was being rude. I made Kristen feel worse. I just wanted to bury the hatchet but instead I guess I took it out and swung it again. Am I crying? Is this even real?
The unorganized thoughts evaporated when he felt a tiny tug on his jeans from Victoria. This is the first time she's thought of someone other than herself, hasn't she. He looked down and saw the little dragon rubbing her head with her spare hand and a little tear slipping out of her eye. Oh no, she must have fallen and I didn't even notice. Ryan bent down and swept Victoria into his arms, rubbing her head and shushing her pouts. He kissed Victoria on top of her head in hopes that it would comfort her. I think it's about time we returned. Considering it was where he came to enter the area, he decided to return through the waiting room. He was so oblivious that he almost ran into the Larvestas focused on fighting each other. He quickly backed up and expressed his sorrow. "I'm sorry guys, I guess I didn't see where I was going. Please forgive me." His face was evidently hurt, but not obviously sad.