The werecat's eyes fell. "Just...I was--I<span style="font-style: italic">am</span>, so worried about what could happen to you if I continue to do this.<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>don't want you to live with a target. I want both Ghost and me to get out, so we can all live a more normal life than what we've been living..." He seemed to have run out of things to say, but Thyme made no move to further the distance between them.<br/>It was all so convoluted, he realized. His entire thought process was so fucked. Maybe it came from being a criminal for so long, or from running PM. There wasn't any real logic in what he's been thinking, he'd just been thinking it without...well, without thinking. The irony was certainly not lost on him.<br/>As he brought his yellow eyes back up to Brie, his brow furrowed. "Brie, are you alright? I mean, that's a stupid question, but are you alright physically?" There was worry in his eyes, and a hand came up to rest on his significant other's shoulder.<br/><br/><br/>Mallow the thief woke up in the arms of a vampire, on a small but comfortable bed, in a garage/safehouse he used only in emergencies.<span style="font-style: italic">Well,</span>He thought dryly.<span style="font-style: italic">At least my life isn't boring.</span>He smiled at that. As far as he could remember, his life had never really been boring. He was a well-known thief in Market who had yet to be caught in any sense of the term, and he often played mediator to the many groups of Nons in the City, which was far more dangerous than stealing a priceless painting. Not that the paintings were ever really priceless. A price could be put on most any thing in Market.<br/>Except perhaps waking up in the arms of a beautiful woman, and this time one he'd known for more than a night. It was kind of odd, if he were honest, to feel any sort of affection for Cherry. Most of their interactions over the years had been him teasing her when he happened to spot her nearby, or her coming after him for stealing yet another of her things.<span style="font-style: italic">Maybe if she didn't have such impeccable taste...</span>he thought with another smile.<br/>He supposed they did have a sort of friendship. The two of them looked out for each other, and each had saved the other's life at least once. It was still strange to imagine that Cherry had been attracted to him, in any capacity. He had thought for sure that she and Kai would last. Then again, courtships between killers rarely lasted.<br/>Mallow wondered for a moment whether the vampiress was actually attracted to him, or if it had been the alcohol getting to her. He didn't regret their night together either way, he decided, and let his mind wander. It was quite comfortable in the bed with Cherry's arms around him, and the thief decided to enjoy it for a while longer, allowing himself to drift between sleep and wakefulness.