Killian was beginning to tire, his powers had drained him, and he definitely had some sort of blood loss. Sometimes blood magic did that to its user, and it definitely wasn't uncommon. It just happened that more of Ian's blood was used because of it being his secondary magic and not his first.

Ian chuckled softly as the other man asked perhaps one of the most childish questions he'd ever been asked since the age of ten. Despite that, Killian answered anyways, he had nothing better to do anyways, at least, that's what he told himself. "Sea lions, I like sea lions."

Rhys nodded seriously, "Sea lions are pretty cool. The ocean is pretty fun, but I'm not the best swimmer, so I just make sandcastles and stuff and walk on the beach. What about you? Do you like the ocean?" Rhys had only been a few times in his life, as they were pretty far from the coast. Whenever he did go with family, they'd all swim and he'd make the BEST sand castles.

Killian was genuinely confused as to how someone could be so.. upbeat and positive. Flower Boy seemed so much different than Ian, it was unfortunate that the man's innocence had to be tainted by almost killing a few people.

Not that Killian actually cared, he was only paying him back for saving his life. Otherwise, Flower Boy would already be dead and Killian would be free of this burden. "The ocean... I haven't been since I was twelve. I liked it back then I guess, it's nice out there. Much different than here."
Ian had liked the ocean, it was freeing and so vast. So much different than the cage of a city he lived in now.

"Definitely! My sisters and I go to the beach together every summer for a few days." His older sisters would tan and swim, and ogle the cute guys (and girls) on the beach. Rhys prefers to walk or make sandcastles, or play beach volleyball or Frisbee when he can convince his sisters to do something. Rhys didn't really talk to his parents. He'd call on their birthday or Christmas, or other holidays, to say hi and check in, but it was always short and brief. He was able to talk with his dad more so than his mom, and sometimes he'd even go to the beach with them for part of their stay.

Killian didn't say anything for a long moment, and it seemed almost as if he wasn't going to say anything at all. When he finally spoke, his voice had returned to his old, mean state. Perhaps Rhys had broken through his hard outer shell for a moment, but with the tone of his voice, he had returned to his tough, rude personality. "Oh, so you have a perfect little family too. Should've seen that one coming with the way you act."

Ian would never admit that he was jealous of this man, but he definitely was. He always had hidden that part of him deep down. Not wanting anyone to realize that for a very long time, all he'd longed for was a family.

There was an instant reaction. Rhys inhaled sharply and seemed to curl in on himself, clutching his shoulders as his arms crossed over his chest. He looked away, and his sunny face dimmed. He didn't know what to say, and Rhys blinked back tears. Ian didn't know how he'd been kicked out of his house, writtten out of the will, and been told never to come back. His mom would barely say two words to him, and when she did say more it was to yell at him. His father hadn't been much better at the beginning, but he had always wanted a son... although Rhys hadn't been much of a son in the way his father wanted. Rhys sunk down in his seat, and stared at the door handle, "Don't talk about things you know nothing about, Ian." His voice might have been stern and sharp if it weren't for the warble at the end, "Sorry if I hit a rough spot, but you don't have to be a jerk about it and lash out."

Killian paused in his brooding, not that he was concerned about Flower Boy, but the way he spoke... He had assumed that his life was perfect in that way normal people's lives seemed to be, but it obviously wasn't. Something had happened to him, something involving his family, something that Ian had been very insensitive about, as he always was.

The way the happy man curled into himself, seeming sad and frightened and everything at once, made Ian feel guilty. Yet Flower Boy's words were almost strong there at the end, like the experience was enough to make Flower Boy angry as well.

Okay so maybe Killian felt a little bad. "I'm sorry, my fault, sorry." He sounded genuine and rather awkward, but still as distant as ever. Yes he felt bad, but he wasn't going to go throwing his emotions around everywhere.

Rhys didn't turn to face Ian. He didn't want the gang leader to see how his eyes were watery and how tense his face was. It was... surprising... to say the least, when Ian actually said sorry, although Rhys wasn't sure how sincere it was.

He didn't want to say anything for the fear of his voice breaking, but Rhys figured he should at least acknowledge Ian's words, "Okay." It was one word, but it was enough.

Killian made no attempt at conversation after that, giving Flower Boy time to bring himself together before they reached the house. Once they did, Ian slowed down, slowly sliding to a stop in the driveway of a decent looking house. It was small, but not overly so. There were even a few flowers in the yard that looked to be steady towards death.

Killian got out of the car, startling a bunny out of its home in the ground. The house looked anything but something Ian would rent. It looked welcoming. Much unlike his actual home. After scanning the house, he pulled a key off his car key chain, and handed walked up the steps onto the porch, opening the front door with a soft click.

Rhys got out of the car a moment later, being sure his face was collected and there was no trace of his emotions from before. The flowers out front looked kind of sad, in Rhys's opinion, and as they passed by, Rhys helped the weaker flowers grow a bit more. If he was to actually stay here he'd make sure the garden flourished.

Rhys followed Ian into the house, and took a moment to look around. It was cozy, but definately something that didn't have a whole lot of personality. It made sense, though, with what its purpose was.