He smiled into her scent and listened to the carcass of the good girl float on the fumes of their togetherness. Facts first, that he'd be there, waiting, and that she should go. Neither of those things were enough to prompt her to get up. This was perhaps his greatest victory yet, over the shining Haley that had never wanted his brand of sultry. He kept her to him, and nodded at her conditions. What was a promise, anyway? He didn't keep his, and she didn't keep hers. His heart warmed from her decision to stay, even though she never spoke it. He could feel her relax.<br/><br/>If she wanted to think this was about Cain, he'd let her. But this was about their rushing blood, and what it wanted. And Keida's plan to control her heart through that blood.<br/><br/>He'd keep her for as long as she'd stay, and would become her refuge from the guilt they both dressed Cain in. He wondered if she understood what it meant to have him as an escape from her boyfriend. By the time the sun went down, Cain had called a handful of times and left even more messages. He even called Keida's phone twice.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>The friends that liked Keida liked themselves more. It was a sign of affection that they'd even driven to his little living area, where they didn't belong, and rolled him out on the grass. A girl who'd enjoyed him on her knees in a bathroom stall in the club they came from even put her number into his phone and left him with a cigarette. Still, despite all that useless love from like-minded strangers, he laid there, beautiful in his defeat by liquids and their alcohol percentage. A pretty spider, then, like he'd been for Haley, with long limbs but with his explosive aura sleeping.<br/><br/>Eventually he stood, those vast legs a disadvantage as he tried to find his balance. He huffed, confused and beautiful, newly awoken boy with rose cheeks, and waved dismissively at his own house before staggering over the street to her yard. He was wearing an intentionally worn out black denim shirt, its snaps unbuttoned all the way to his navel - he was all sternum and svelte. He knocked on the door, golden eyes hazy, waiting for the body he wanted. "Haley?" he said, clear for a moment to try and lure her as he always did, but then laughed as he leaned on her, stumbling in, his boots clunking on her floor. "Ah, I think I'd like a kiss, little fly." he'd say.