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Radevel didn't even bother to stop his malicious laughter. "Oh, your wife is it?" he said with an obviously sarcastic tone of caring, only one foot stepping back to keep himself steady with the push. "Hm.. I wonder how she'd feel if she were to find out while on your way to see her, you were having some boy pleasure you? No matter now, though. You won't be laying another f***ing finger on him again!"

Radevel could care less that they were off the bus. Not only did it stop Talis from finishing his trip, he now had a wider space to move to exact his revenge on this piece of filth. And with that thought, he lunged himself at the man, fists drew back to deliver his fury in the form of raw, painful action. He meant to take the other to the ground. That way, he could dish out each punch in an easy close range.

The knee collided against his ribs, causing Radevel to grunt uncomfortably, but he wasn't about to retreat from a small sting to the side. He was no stranger to hand-to-hand fighting, despite some people thinking he worked with nothing but a weapon in his grasp. He instead worked one leg up in order to press his own knee into the man's stomach, as if to pin him harshly to the ground. Talis's words were hardly even registering with him. He just wanted to continue wailing his balled fists onto this stranger beneath him. "Stay back, Talis!" he managed.

The items hitting him. Radevel thought they were merely the pathetic attempts of the man throwing his final punches. That is, until something hit him in the head. Something that didn't quite feel like a fist at all. He looked up in time to notice a shoe bounce back down to the ground. That was when he realized his hands were covered in blood. Not to mention some stained into his white shirt. Looking down, he eyed his work, unmoving below him. For some reason, however, he just wasn't satisfied. But hearing Talis in the background.. 'Stop!'

Radevel pictured what had been Talis below him that morning, receiving a similar beating as he begged for mercy. That had the larger man pushing away, coming to his feet. His breath was coming in long, shallow pants. If he was lucky, maybe the guy would just get ran over.

Radevel crossed his arms moodily, glaring down one end of a seemingly endless road. On either side of them seemed to be nothing but row upon row of wheat and corn. He didn't understand how anyone could live so far out of civilization.

"Another couple minutes and I gladly would've," he mumbled under his breath. "You could have very well gotten yourself killed, you know that? Going to New York by yourself." He snorted at the ignorance of the idea. "If someone didn't drag you into an alley and kill you, you probably would have starved to death. I have never heard of a more stupid idea in all my life."

Radevel just couldn't bring himself to understand why Talis would help this man. The one who had practically been molesting him on a public bus. "Why does it matter what reason I'm here for?" he asked, tone obviously defiant to give something away. "I'm just here, alright?" No, it wouldn't be that easy for the man to just come right and say he was wrong. He couldn't so easily just ask the boy for forgiveness. He had never brought himself down to such a level.

He began to pace angrilly along the side of the road, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket. "Dammit!" he cursed at the 'no service' image he received, shoving the phone back into his pocket.

Radevel kept his back to the enraged boy, taking every shot Talis through. His words seemed to hurt worse than any hit he received from the unconcious stranger. He absolutely hated it. A shakey hand ran through his hair tensely, gripping his white lockes before releasing them. "Do you not understand anything?!" he finally yelled, not moving to face the boy. "I never said you didn't mean anything to me, Talis! Shinto.. taking him was just a scam to put Lady B out of business, alright?" For he had indeed had a long rivalry with the woman. He finally spun around, jabbing a finger toward the smaller boy. "But don't you dare try to tell me you don't mean anything to me. I was willing to get on some bus to go 200 f***ing miles away into New York bring you back. And no, I didn't do it because I wanted to kill you. And not because I wanted exact some sort of f***ing revenge." Though his narrow eyes bore straight toward Talis, they held something else aside from just pure anger. A sort of.. compassion.

"Look, if you're still wanting to go to New York, fine. We'll find you another bus." Radevel dug into his back pocket and tossed his wallet in the dirt by Talis's feet. "The cash and credit cards in there will be more than enough to make yourself a decent living. But you will not let yourself be taken advantage of by some half-assed b*stard on a bus. Or anywhere, for that matter, got it?" Along with his own rant, the anger seemed to slowly subside within him.

"It wasn't you that let Shinto go. I obviously found that out too late," Radevel said, releasing a heavy sigh. "I.. I made a mistake."

Radevel wanted to be angry with him. Why couldn't Talis just accept his admittance and go back with him? But he just couldn't bring himself to have further ill feelings toward him. It was as if he were drained of being upset, annoyed and frustrated. All such emotions just incapable of surfacing once more after a tiring day. That is, all except the want -or was it the need, this feeling?- for Talis to come back. Either way, if the boy was still so set on leaving, he would see him to have enough money to give him a fair living. Whether he obliged to doing so or not.

But maybe -if he were to play his cards smart- maybe he could end this day in the way he was aiming to do. To bring Talis back.

"You don't have to," Radevel said. "Just.. come back home with me. You don't have to miss anything." He was just hoping Talis wouldn't become stubborn and decline. Oh god, he was hoping.

Needless to say, Radevel was somewhat shocked. Irked by the boy's negative answer, but also shocked. Even if Talis had only been with him for the past two years, it seemed as if he couldn't remember a time he wasn't there. After the countless times he had wished Talis was out of his hair, he now wanted nothing more than to have him back in the house, nagging him to come out of his office and to quit being boring. In those moments in time, he may have thought it in light to send the boy off to New York. But for it to really happen?

"But Talis," he started, hating how desperate he was beginning to sound. Radevel may have offered him the money and support to leave, but he wasn't actually expecting him to go. "I told you.. What I did to you was a mistake. What.. What do you want me to do?"