He had stared at the keys the moment the lock gave. His eyes were large when he looked at her. "It's like it was made out of old clay." he explained. It wasn't the strangest thing tonight by far. He tried to gather himself as they walked out. It felt good to hold her, good to know she was something solid he could rely on to anchor him. Why wasn't his heart filled up with grief? Wasn't he a loving person, hadn't they taught him sympathy growing up? Aliand's grip on her became tighter. He didn't mind if she found it reassuring, but it was for himself, essentially.<br/><br/>He sighed, shrill when the rain brought his sense of feeling back to his skin. Suddenly he felt like his old self, which of course reminded him that he was cold and tired. He looked at the weeping darkness and wanted some answers, but all he could hear was the silver sounds of the same keys that had become unneeded when he ruined the weak lock. He took them and squeezed them in his hand. He pulled the robe tighter around himself and looked her over. Why did his muscles crawl in a pleasant way every time he saw her?<br/><br/>"We'll tell somebody." he assured her and pushed the button on the keys. An alert and yellow flashes revealed a car under a concrete overhang. It looked like a monster hiding from the rain, breathing to life with fire only to fall asleep again. He pulled her shoulder twice before starting to walk toward it. "Maybe I have a concussion too." he said and rubbed the back of his head. Leigh moved before his inner vision. Her breast had tasted like salted butter between his teeth, drowning his tongue, and she'd moaned in panic and delight. He gasped and covered on eye to get the image out.<br/><br/>"No hospital." he said suddenly to agree with her. It was important no one knew yet. He opened the passenger door for her. "We'll alert people in the morning." he promised as he got seated and started the car. He could be assertive when he wanted to.<br/><br/>The car was quiet, and the night offered less distractions than what he'd face in the morning,  going to work. He found some solace in the calm and let it blanket the hole where his emotions should be. At a red light he took his eyes of the road, and saw her struck by the stark color of the diodes that signified Stop. The muscles on his back flexed and he suddenly felt desperate to touch her. "Where do you live?" he asked, too loud for the new-found, tranquil privacy, but he needed to drown out his own blood rushing, and desire to pull her over and fuck her against the wheel.<br/><br/>He'd take her wherever she said, and try to stay on his side. There was a very real chance he'd had something to do with the bodies they'd left behind for the night, and that whatever had happened was spiraling again, inside him. He needed to keep her safe, and right now that meant keeping his distance. When the car stopped at her home he meant to say goodnight, but instead said. "We should try to keep each other awake. Concussion and all." he smiled like they hadn't been through a wrenching ordeal. He didn't feel like himself, but something about her made him hungry from the back of his spine. He shrugged when his hips started reacting, and his higher back knotted at the prospect of following her. "And I'm kind of cold in this robe." Boyish grin, inappropriate, but he'd been told it was very engaging.<br/><br/>He just needed to be close to her for a while longer. There were shadows on his face to warn her, but there were new phermones from the new state of his body to lure her, too. It had been enough to seduce the other girls into death.