"Well lets see... I'll just laundry list it then, I guess. You can pick which ones you want to respond to." He looked at Gavin and smiled, gesturing to the still waiting server so Gavin could put his own order in. "What is your favorite band? What kind of cat do you have? Do you have any siblings? What is your favorite book? What is your favorite food? What do you think of our new president? And one last one I think... How much wood could a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood?" He grinned, knowing how silly the last one was and waited for the reply.

He grinned back before answering the replies with her own in kind. "Well we could discuss the questions you gave answers to or you could ask me some of your own. I'd honestly like to know her name too, but I like the fact that your cat is a short-hair. That will help if you plan on inviting me in from the cold when I drop you off at home tonight." He stopped for a minute. "Because there's no WAY I'm going to let you traverse in that weather all those blocks again without some sort of vehicle. I appreciate Apocalyptica myself, they do some good stuff. My favorite has to be Hope Vol. 2. I don't know if you've seen the music video that goes with it, but it's wonderful. And I've also seen the movie that the music video is based off of."

"I have actually not read Catcher in the Rye as sad as that is. Our school's literature teachers valued things like The Scarlet Letter and The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn over that. Apparently. I've been reading science fiction and fantasy since I was a little boy so I have a lot of that stuff in me. Dragons and lasers and magic, oh my!" He smiled, a slight twist to one side of his mouth. "I have no siblings. Though I feel I'm more spoiled now than I was as an only child. My family wasn't the wealthiest. I love chinese food. For some strange reason. It's odd... because I'm rather a bit too Veitnamese to be liking chinese food so much. Though I will eat all kinds."

"I don't really have an idea about how our new president is going to handle things. The economy was shyte when he took over. No one should have to deal with the toughest job in the country starting with those conditions."

"I'm not hard to come up with questions to ask me. I assure you of that. I probably have more in common with the teens you speak of then with the suits I work with." He shrugged and sipped on his soda while waiting for food show up. "I haven't had a pet since I discovered I was allergic to pet dander... I can suvive with allergy medication. But I'd rather not be reliant on it for the rest of my life. Short-haired animals are easier on my sinuses than long haired ones for some reason." He took in a deep breath of air and let it out slowly.

((I'm gonna run home. I don't know when I'll be back on tonight.))

"I feed the homeless. I take walks in the park. I play Guitar Hero even though I know I'm never going to be able to play an actual guitar. I read, particularly I enjoy reading by open fireplaces with someone I care about. I watch all kinds of movies from every country in the world. The french ones aren't too good. Either that or I just don't understand their culture. I've been known to write on occasion. I've been known to ramble more often than I write. I stare at blank walls. Chase shiny objects and pounce on them. I draw even though I'm horrible at it. I do all kinds of stuff and usually it all depends on the day."

"I'm pretty sure you're not homeless if you've got a job and you can afford to keep so many books around you. Espically because you said you had a cat. I never actually eat WITH the people I serve in the homeless shelter. You're different, you intrigue me as a person and I feel like I must know more about you, if you'll let me." Romeo looked him straight in the eyes. "And if you really do intend on staying my friend I promise that you will never be homeless as long as I'm around." He smirked. "There's always a couch in my house if you need it."

He wasn't gonig to say that the bed would be available to him after they had gotten to know each other well enough, but he figured that Gavin could figure that out on his own. It was when he came to the subject of ages that coughed once before and once after the only thing he said in reply. "Twenty-five." The pizza had arrived at that point and he picked up a few slices from the tray and put it on his plate. Starting on his first piece he asked. "How about you?"

"So you're older than I am...I didn't expect that." Romeo looked away for a little bit and then looked back waving his hands in a dramatic fashion. "Not that I meant that you seem less mature! But I always kinda assume I'm older than most people I meet that are around my age because I have moments of immaturity that shouldn't happen in a person my age. I mean I wouldn't think I was twenty-five either if I just took a look at me. But you really can't graduate highschool and become the one of the top leaders in an archetectual firm. I think people promote me so fast because I'm really dedicated to work.

Sometimes I work too much too. But I think that might be part of my Asian ancestry, they had to work for everything they got. Work their fingers to the bone and it's kinda ingrained in our DNA. I also think that's the reason I was promoted so fast is that as a general rule Asians tend to work harder than other ethnicities.... not that i'm saying you're lazy or anything. I mean I don't know for sure but I bet you pull your own at work. I'm sure I wouldn't know how to deal with a troubled teen other than smacking them upside the head... I'm rambling aren't I?"

"Well I think you're rather good at it. Maybe you should teach me how to do it sometime."

Romeo smiled and then finished attacking the pieces that he had placed on his plate. He was pretty sure he could make 6 but he wasn't sure he could eat any more. Espically seeing how it was origional crust and that filled him up rather fast. He sipped on his tea and let out a sigh that indicated he was close to his limit.

"This is really good...so you've been here before then I take it?"

Romeo picked the sixth slice off the tray the pizza was on and started on it while pushing the rest over to Gavin. He was going to be full after this one anyway. No need for it to go to waste and leftovers never tasted as good as fresh. He smiled at Gavin and took another drink of his tea, which was getting dangerously low. He asked only one question before starting on that last slice again.

"People watching sounds fun actually."

Romeo went silent for the first time that entire day. He looked out the window and let out a deep sigh. The reason he had gone suddenly silent was because the night time always reminded him of his muse. The single reason he both started and stopped writing and drawing so much. He had a slew of poety and art dedicated to the man. Even in his constant alcoholic state, he had so much wisdom to share. He never turned his head back to face Gavin when he spoke.

"Maybe we should just start with day watching..."

Romeo whipped around. His hand reached for Gavin's wrist quick enough that without trained reflexes he wouldn't have had time to react and he gripped his wrist gently enough so he could pull away if he wanted, but strong enough to let Gavin know how he felt with body language alone. His eyes focused on Gavin's with such fear and anxiety that there was no way Gavin couldn't have understood. He sighed, letting go of his wrist and leaning back in his own chair.

"If you feel you must go I'm not going to stop you. Just know that I don't want you to and if you do I have every intention of driving you home so you don't freeze to death."

"He was... my muse. We were kids together. I mean, it's the kind of thing you only hear about in Fairy Tales. We experimented with eachother. Found out we were homosexuals together. I never had any siblings. My parents died shortly after I was born. I don't remember them. I remeber the orphanage though. A lot of kids I miss that I only vaguely remember. But he and I met in Elementry school. I loved him with everything I had. He taught me so much. We used to watch the stars together. Made love for the first time under the stars in a pond in the park. So we decided to run away together.

His parents wouldn't take him being as he was. He was supposed to take over the family business and marry a woman who could make him babies. So we ran away to the states together. We got an apartment. I learned to draw and couldn't stop writing poetry about him. I guess he got tired of me. He started drinking. He'd come home with lipstick on his clothes. I wouldn't have even cared about that but he started beating me too. There wasn't a single day for a straight month that I didn't have a bruise. And it was when I yelled at him in our native language, telling him to go back to Veitnam and marry his whore that he did. And I was left all alone again."

He pulled his legs up against his chest and laid his head against his knees. He looked at Gavin with such a deep pain in his eyes. He closed them and shuddered. Feeling very much the same as then, alone and frightened. He opened his eyes again slowly, looking at Gavin with all the fear and abandonment that he hadn't shown anyone in a long time.

"I don't want to be that happy again and lose it all. I'd rather just never be happy again."

"You know, you may be right..." He lifted his head off of his knees and took another drink of his tea. "Maybe it's destiny. With both of us coming from such troubled pasts only to find each other. It's been a long time for me too. I can't say the same for sexual experience." He grinned once before sobering up. "But it was never mixed-up with an emotional attachment. I was always up-front and honest about what I needed. I still am."

Romeo laughed. "This was why I didn't want to get into this kind of conversation on the first date. But you might as well know now that we're open and talking about it. I used to be the kind of person who only had sex when I was in a relationship. But... then I had actual sex instead of just foreplay for the first time and I became addicted to it. It's like a drug to me. I can never get enough of it. I've got to get off at least two or three times a day to be happy.

I've had the hardest time finding someone who can keep up with me and that's the other reason I've been staying out of relationships. I was always careful with my random partners. I got a detailed history from them. Even made some of the sketchier ones and ones that slept with more than ten people take tests." He shrugged. "One does what one has to to stay happy. And I couldn't fall in love again... not back then..."