His lips twitched again, anger and frustration rising within. Too bad about his freaking big heart. If he didn't let her in, and she died, it would've been his fault...Having a guilt complex never stopped him from regretting his decisions.<br/>"Why are you alone?"<br/>He retaliated, angrily jerking his gun from where he was pointing it, to his side. An act of defeat. She was right, and she new it. And it frustrated him to no ends.<br/>This was one of his safe-houses, a place he came to when he needed a rest. Far enough away from others that he didn't get bothered, but close enough that if he needed food he could get some.<br/><br/>Sighing, he ran his hands through his hair. Pulling down at his face in frustration.<br/>"Just a second."<br/>Lucas mumbled, jogging down the steps to where he was sleeping only moments before. Grabbing a small backpack, het set a few personal things inside as well as food and some money before hesitating. What was he doing? Leaving with someone you didn't trust? Apparently.<br/>He sighed, then came back up the stairs. Backpack tossed over one shoulder.