Art finished feeding his duck and put them away in the hutch for the night. On his way back into his place, he picked up his grill cheese and stopped at the door. He placed his hand on the heavy wood, fighting with himself for flipping sides again.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #4000BF">You're an idiot to think she wants you back in her life. She was the one who walked out before, whose to say she won't again?</span></span>Art pulled on the roots of his hair, trying to distract himself from this voice that haunted him since his parents died.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFFFFF">It's not my fault. I just wasn't what she needed at that point in time. She needed someone to help her find herself and that person wasn't me. I didn't even know who I was, for crying out loud.</span></span><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #4000BF">Well how do you know she isn't going to have you fall for her again and then, poof, she's gone? Hmm?</span></span>the voice antagonized.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFFFFF"> okay then. Bet you if I ask her to stay the night, she won't say no and will most likely sleep with me. In the most literal sense of the word. And dont go get a big head about you helping me get her to bed cause I was already going to ask her. Just not tonight.</span></span><br/>The voice laughed a dark and dangerous laugh.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #4000BF">and that is where we differ, my friend. She would already be in my bed. Not inside the house all alone.</span></span><br/>Art got hot around his neck and the small hairs stood on end.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BFFFFF">Don't you dare. You will never touch her, you keep your filthy mind to yourself and keep your voice to yourself as well.</span></span>He opened the door and slammed it, shutting the door in his mind connecting him to the voice.<br/>He walked into his room and changed his pants and took his shirt off. He knew Cyn didn't care, he rarely wore a shirt around her since they were little. He glanced in the mirror on the back of his closet door, noticed the long scars crisscrossing his chest and thought better, grabbing a light wife beater and slipping that over his head before heading to the livingroom to be with Cyn.<br/>He walked in and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "Sorry about that. Had to take care of  my ducks." He walked around and plopped down on the couch, far enough away that Cyn wouldn't be uncomfortable and he would see if she wanted him with her.<br/>"So, what's been going on, hun? How have you been and hows your family?" He asked, taking in her mostly clean plate. "Did you like the food?" He asked with a charming smile.