[color=slateblue]"Ash right? Why have we not had a full conversation yet? I know I'm alien but even I know that we should communicate with one another. I'm T'haam, or Tom if you will."[/color]

Radorion's body froze for a second as his violet eyes stared intensely at T'haam.

[b][i]Snort[/i][/b]

Radorion's nostrils flared as the apple fell out of his now slacked jaws.  

[color=springgreen]"Uhh, uhh, ah!"[/color] Radorion blathered as he haphazardly caught the falling apple, jostling it between his hands before finally managing to catch it on the tips of his fingers.  Or so he thought.  Just as he let out a sigh of relief, gravity took it's victory as the apple rolled off his fingers and onto the floor with a dull thump.

[color=springgreen]"So, it's true then.  Y-you really can read thoughts!"[/color] He exclaimed nervously as that truth settled in.  He closed his eyes and ruffled the back of his hood for a moment.  He also wasn't used to being called 'Ash' yet either.  He had never had that nickname before.

[color=springgreen]"Well, you see, to be honest I really haven't figured out how to thank you guys yet,"[/color] he began.  The young man was clearly troubled.   Eighteen years old and everything had been turned upside down. [color=springgreen]"Everything in my life has changed so fast, and at my lowest point you guys took me in... I think I have the Arrow to thank for that as well."[/color]

Radorion picked up his apple and walked with Tom to the exit of the kitchen where he leaned against the wall as everyone sat around the couch.   He looked down at his hand, now holding the bruised apple.

[color=springgreen][i]I don't understand anything right now...but they picked me up anyway when I was broken.  At least there's that...[/i][/color]