She let out a sigh of relief as he promised to stay, at least for the night. Honestly, she wasn’t sure if she could even stand him that long, but she figured she was doing the world a favor by keeping him hostage. That was the excuse Darcy told herself anyways, burying any other feeling or reasoning for why she was harboring and comforting a dangerous fugitive. One that had manipulated her and borderline tortured him. “Thanks.” She whispered, reveling in the cool temperature than resonated from his body.
“Aren’t you a ball of sunshine,” She crooned as she leaned back. She looked around and cleared the area of her stuff as she leaned back on her knees against her feet. “Look,” She said, looking him in the eyes. “I’m not good at this touchy-feely stuff and this is really complicated enough as it is. Trust me, I hate you plenty, especially right now. You’re a huge pain in my ass. But we can talk about all this later, or never, whatever, but you’re still in pain from whatever you did earlier. So let’s get you into my bed, because obviously I’m such a nice and hospitable person. C’mon, let’s go.” Darcy stood up and held out her hand. “Upsey-daisy.”
“Do not patronize me,” He mumbled, already feeling more out of his element then he would have liked. Filtering out a long, quiet sigh, he stared at her outstretched hand for a moment, before standing on his own, head inclined to the side slightly. Though her courtesy was appreciated, something as simple as standing would not be challenge for him, even now. Gaze drifting to her bed, his mouth twisted to the side some as he stared. “It is…small.” Perhaps in retrospect it wasn’t, but considering those he was used it, it was; it wasn’t as if he had much of a choice. “…but likely quite comfortable,” He added, unwilling to offend her at the moment. Maybe tomorrow, but not this night. Sliding onto the bed, his face immediately planted itself into one of her pillows; he’d been right. Though he’d laid in much finer beds, ones that felt like a cloud, the few mortal mattresses he had experienced hadn’t been bad at all. His favorite part being the pillows, which were always extra fluffy.
“Uh-huh.” She said as she watched him faceplant into the pillow. She wasn’t terribly offended at his actions or his words — if anything the fact that he was somewhat compliant spoke volumes. Darcy herself knew she was being way too helpful with him. He was right, this was wrong. Knowing that didn’t stop her from sitting down next to him to gently run her fingers through his hair. “You get a hospitality card from me only this one time, so you better be grateful, dude. Do you want me to get you anything? I can sort of probably cook… or cover you in more bandaids.” She got up from the bed to walk over to the kitchen to get him a bottle of water. She paused however, in the door frame. “Hey…” Darcy turned to pick at the peeling paint. “Did you kill people today?”
A muffled chuckle escaped into the pillow. “You are too kind,” He mumbled into the pillow, turning his face some to look at her with interest - the sudden image of him being covered in more ridiculous bandaids making his snort. “I am not particularly hungry, nor do I desire any more ‘Hello Kitty’ on me. “Perhaps some…fruit, if you have any? I do not require much.” His arm outstretched, bringing in another pillow hostage before he paused at her words. Truthfully, he didn’t remember; he could have, but he had not been looking for deaths, so he had no been paying attention enough to notice. Thinking back, he could only see and hear the gunfire weaving with the light from his magic, people dodging and running, but nothing else. “I do not believe so. It certainly had not been my intention.”