[Sam260]

(Christ, I had a post almost ready to go and then my screen went all FUBAR and I lost it >_>)

Aryin nodded slowly at Larry - he liked that the younger man was in college, perhaps even gave him some hope of salvation. "I like that... a college man." he said in approval "So, what is it that you're studying? Hoping to become one day?" he asked, then glanced down at his own hand - specifically his right hand where there was a large white-fleshed ring around it; larger than a wedding band, obviously - Perhaps a class ring that he had taken off before showing up today?

Aryin rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, blanching slightly when he heard that Larry actually enjoyed hurting or shaking people down for cash - He knew that no man was innocent when they were involved with the MOB, but Larry; at least to him, was different... He wished that the younger man was not involved in such dangerous things, but what could he possibly do about that?  There was no way to change the mob, nor Larry's mentality about it, probably. "Yeah... I uh... I suppose shaking people down for money is... okay..." he said rather vaguely, but his eyes were down and staring at the concrete floor of the cellar.

Aryin perked up - just slightly - with Larry's admission that he wanted more out of life "More out of life, huh?  What more could you possibly want, Larry?" he asked curiously "One day, soon, you'll be living in the lap of luxury, just like everyone else here... Fancy house, fancy cars..." he shrugged slightly "Wife, kids... Things like that, they'll all be readily available to you." he said quietly, not knowing that Larry was not into women and had no aspirations to being married to one.

Aryin rubbed his chin - ruffling what little hair he had there into a frayed mess - "Something about me..." he muttered to himself, once again looking at the floor "Well... I uh... I... I..." Aryin paused his incoherent stammering and twisted his hands together "Christ..." he whispered to himself "Look, Larry... If I tell you anything about myself, personal or otherwise... You'll soon find out why everyone hates me upstairs... and... I don't want to lose the only friend I have in this house... Even when I did tell you, you would more than likely leave - just like everyone else." Aryin said, standing up from the stool he had been sitting on, he started pacing the short length of the cellar, running a hand through his short-cropped hair.