Jane stifled an eye roll as he extended his hand out to her. She hesitated before reaching out to meet him half way and clasped his massive paw in her's. She noted the splotches of paint on his skin and wondered what room he chose that particular color for. Beyond the paint coated skin, she noticed how smooth it felt, even with the series of callouses dotted his palm. "Truce," she finally agreed and withdrew her hand. Her eyes went up to his face and her frowned deepened as she saw the uncomfortable way he held his body. It was like something was jabbing him in the side or in the back, making it difficult for him to stand up straight. That, or he was just really tired.<br/><br/>"Well, I should go. It's getting really late. Please just know that you share my bedroom wall and my bed just so happens to be on that wall, too." Jane tipped her head and turned away from Darius' doorway. "Welcome to the neighborhood, by the way," she added over her shoulder. Mr. Hensley had been lingering beyond his door, listening to their conversation like a fly on the wall and Jane just knew he'd reappear as she passed by. "Did you tell him, Jane?" he asked as he poked his head out. This time Jane did roll her eyes as she told him, "You know I did, old timer. Now please go on back to bed."<br/><br/>Jane returned to her own sanctuary and locked the door behind her, including the chain. She closed her blinds and killed all of the lights before she closed herself up in her bedroom and flopped onto her bed, lying among the scattered papers of her article. She thought about Mr. Darius Green next door and wondered how long his renovation process was going to take. One night was enough for her.