Ryan was taken off guard at Juliettee's boldness, but did not mind it one bit. He wasted no time as he returned her soft, small kisses with strong, passionate ones of his own. His fingers strokes her hips. He broke to to look into her eyes. "Are you sure you're okay with doing this?" He just needed to hear her say it was okay.

"Yeah," Ryan replied to Juliettee, his blue eyes adverting her gaze as he looked behind him. He sat up and swung his legs over the opposite side of the bed, leaving the angel girl alone in his sheets as his scratched up back faced her. "I'm feel fine." He finished as he stood up and threw his sweatpants on, leaving his suit scattered on the ground. "S-sorry." He appologized again, combing his ginger hair with his fingers. He laughed sourly, flipping his hair of to the side. He couldn't seem to make himself focus on one thing today. "Do you want something to eat?" He asked, walking into the kitchen.

Juliettee let him crawl away from her, leaving her lying on her stomach with her arms crossed under her head. She watched him put on his sweatpants and walk over to the kitchen. "Sure," she replied. The afterglow of their moment was starting to wear off and she was back to worrying about him. "You don't need to apologize," she told him. pushing herself up to sit back on her calves. She shifted towards the edge of the bed and scooped up her undergarments to slip back into them.

Ryan went through his cabinets and pulled out a couple of pans and such. At the speed of sound, he set his small table for two people to sit and eat. After that he walked over to the fridge. "I'm thinking breakfast for dinner, you in?" He asked, not looking back at her. A lot had happened this week. It started out great, and then everything basically went down hill from there. He paused at the fridge as he started pulling out eggs, butter, and some other ingredients. "...I always kind of knew my Dad would go like that, die while on the job."

Juliettee bounces up to her feet and smoothed her dress out. She padded over to the kitchen and leaned against the counter. She pursed her lips at his comment. “Your father loved what he did,” she added. She wished she could say the same about her parents undoing. “He’s in a better place now.”

"It's not that I'm upset about what happened, well, how 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."

Juliettee slowly straightened herself from leaning against the counter as he talked. She stepped over to his side and took his hands. She pressed a small kiss on each hand, over his fingers. “Ryan, take a deep breath,” she told him calmly. “You do not need to apologize for the way you are.”
She put his hands down and put hers on each side of his face and looked him in the eye. “You don’t have to everything alone.” She gently grazed her thumb over his undereye. “If anything happens to your mother, you don’t have to worry about your sister. Katherine may seem like a cold, hard b*tch, she is absolutely wonderful with kids. She could watch her while you run your restaurant. Everything will be ok.” She gave him a reassuring smile, her thumbs loveingly rubbing against his cheeks.

Ryan did what he was told, taking a deep and shaky breath. He looked deep into Juliettee's two-toned eyes and smiled. He was so thankful that she was like this, so supportive and always knew what to do. Without her, he'd probably not be as functional as he was. In fact, he could have been as upset as his mother was over what was happening. "You're literally an angel sent from God." He joked quietly, smiling softly.

Juliettee flashed her pearly white teeth at him. “You wouldn’t be wrong about that,” she chirped. “You don’t have to worry a single hair on your head.” At those words, she ran a hand over the side of his head, brushing his ginger hair with her nails, then cupping the back of his head. “How do you feel, love?” She asked, soft and sweet.

"Yeah," Ryan started, his fingers tickling the space underneath her chin. "What about you? If you're not too tired from our round earlier or too dragged down from my lil' cry sess, we could-" He started with a sinful smirk before his phone beeped. He paused, looking over at it. There was trouble, and he was a superhero dating his superhero angel girlfriend... Crime had been low lately, ever since the news of the Flash's death spread out. Even the baddies knew when it was to early to rub salt in the wound.

Juliette giggled at his words, leaning closer to him with her teeth pressing lightly on her bottom lip. Then his phone beeped. Her face dropped, expecting it to be her phone making the noise, but to her surprise it was Ryan’s. “Perhaps you should answer that, love,” she cooed, leaning away from him so he could grab his phone if he wanted.