What did Ryan do to have such an understanding girlfriend? He smiled softly at her and began the walk back to his apartment. He didn't have the energy to run back to his dwellings, so they walked. It was a silent walk, but it wasn't a terrible walk. When they got his apartment, he unlocked his front door, turned the lights on inside, and entered. He as just as calm as he had been at the funereal as he shut the door behind them. His apartment was small, just a one room, one bathroom, and one kitchen. That was all he needed. The entrance was in the kitchen. he took off his suit jacket and tie and unbuttoned his button-down shirt. He sighed quietly as he combed his fingers through his ginger spikes. 

Waiola's eyes softened at Crystal's embrace. "Oh, baby," She cooed, stroking her back. "Come on, let's sit." She said quietly, leading her over to the sofa and sitting them down. She hated seeing Crystal like this, but Crystal needed to be like this. At least for the moment.