"Ah, I'm sure I will. I can eat almost anything."

"Sweet. Although... I won't fix it for you... I don't know how you like it." Michael fixed his plate and sat in the living room.

Zema watched him go and fixed his own plate, deciding to stand and eat instead. "This is good." He commented. "Good choice." It seemed to hit the spot- then again anything would. Every hour he stayed in a shifted form, the more energy he burned.

"Well... I suppose you'll be heading out soon?" Michael said sadly. He didn't want to see Ethan leave.

"Eh?" He looked at Michaels expression. He didn't want him to leave obviously. "Probably soon." He set his plate down and pulled a napkin out of his pocket. "Do you have a pen? I'll give you my number."

Michael walked over to the desk and handed him a pen and a pad of paper. "It'll last longer."

Zema smiled, taking the pad of paper and the pen. "Thank you," He wrote his cell phone number on the pad then wrote 'Ethan' under it. "Here ya go." He said standing up straight and handing it to him.

Michael took it and hugged Ethan. "Well... I hope you have a good day. I'll give you a call in a day or two when I get some free time, ok?"

He grinned, hugging him back. "You better," He pointed out. "Your one of the only ones who knows my secret after all." He took his leave, exiting the apartment.

Michael locked the door behind him and sighed. He felt so warm and happy inside... something he hadn't felt in a long time.