"Nyx."

Nyx takes the boy's hand, giving it a firm squeeze. He glances over the boy as well. He seemed the type that they had been looking for. And Roxas was absolutely right, Nyx couldn't really imagine himself getting pregnant either.

This was all still to be seen. He was here with one thing in mind, but that didn't mean options wouldn't change depending on what was needed.

"What brings you here to the station?'