"It's not that I'm upset about what happened, well, [i]how[/i] it happened." He said, finishing getting out the ingredients for homemade pancakes, not looking at Juliettee. "It's just...it happened. And now things are home are going to get really f***ed up." He swore, getting out a bowl to make the mix in. "I mean, i'm actually terrified that when I come home I'm going to find my Mom dead on the ground by her own hand. And Melly, she's too young to understand what's going on." He tried to explain, but didn't really do a good job of it. 

"The worst part about death is not death itself, it's how it affects people." Ryan said as he poured flour and such into the bowl and began to mix it together. "Yes, I'm sad that my dead is dead. I'm going to have to become the next Flash. My mom is no longer functioning. Depending on what happens with in the next week, my sister might have to come here and live with me. That means that I have to close the restaurant for a bit so I can watch her, but then what happens when Whirlwind is needed?" He felt his anxiety start to take over. He stopped his work and looked over at his girlfriend, his eyes pleading as moisture lined his lids. "I-I'm sorry that I'm like this."