Bre looked up from her book at the door and stared to laugh. She watched his whorled image through the glass as he rang the buzzer. Her laughing got worse when she heard him cussing the buzzer out. It was hysterical, she clutched an arm to her stomach as she opened the door, still laughing. She took one look at his face and burst out laughing all over.<br/>After a second she collected herself enough to giggling and waved Helkior into the hallway. "Come on. You're rooms down here." She lead the way down the hall, pointing out the bathroom, the second door on the right, and finally his room, the only door on the left.<br/>"Make yourself at home. Would you like something to eat? I was thinking about making some food then going to bed." She said, walking back down the hall. "Oh." She stopped by the kitchen doorway. "You'll find some clean clothes in the drawers and you may want to take a shower. Just saying. Towels are in the cabinet."<br/>True to her word, she went to make some food. He rummaged around and settled on pasta and steak. Not at all healthy, but she was tired of healthy. While she was cooking she hummed songs and drank a vanilla coke.<br/>As the water was heating up to a boil, she went to her own room and flopped on the bed, pulling a shirt from under her pillow.<br/>With shaking hands and reverence, he lifted the soft material to her face and inhaled the faint smell of her past. She relaxed for a moment, letting memories wash over her mind, before she pushed all of them aside and went back to cooking.