Roy came in through a window, he knows he can get in through the door you gave him a key, but he finds it more entertaining to get in through the window. He thinks it's a good way to avoid becoming associated with you.

Now he is sitting at your kitchen table for the fourth time that week eating a bowl of instant noodles, which he found in one of your kitchen cabinets. It's not often that he gets in when you aren't home, but when he does it's rare for him not to have good reason as to why he came in without you home. Whether coming here today at this time was intentional or not is anyone's guess, sometimes he just likes to give you a little a scare, he's still a teen after all.

"Thanks for the noodles." Roy muttered as he finished eating and you entered not expecting him to be there. He looks up at you, he sees the look of surprise and it makes him smile slightly. He's clearly back on the streets again, who knows why he left home this time not that you ask, that's for him to share, not for you to pry. Roy knows he's welcomed here but he's too stubborn to stay longer than he deems necessary even if that's less than a few hours.

It's times like these that the memories of how you two met come back to him.. You saved him when he needed help the most. He doesn't know how to repay you, nor does he know how he can ever live up to who ou say he can be if only he let you help him.