Trace looked over at her as she walked around the room, he didn't know what tobsay. This was the first time anyone was really willing to help him out and let him stay here, or at least he hopped he could end up staying there. He had forgotten about the homework and looked at his bag again. Shaking his head "w-we can just talk.. i-i will work on h-homework after w-we eat." He said softly as he turned to face her as she sat on the bed.

"Y-your not use to h-having Simone a-around,are you" Trace asked softly as he looked down at the floor. He felt the same way really. He had gone through life with the short end of the stick, but he was a bit relieved that someone seemed to care a little. He started to figure a long while back that everyone was just like his father, and so far he had been right op until he met Kilauea.