There was a very satisfying feeling that came over him when she accepted his presence after he presented the bottles of vodka to her. He was even more satisfied when she said that she could hold her liquor or so she thought. Deziel himself could drink as much as he wanted whenever he wanted; it took him more than one bottle to even make him feel buzzed and it took gallons for him to get completely wasted. He loved drinking as much as he loved smoking, and he drank a fair bit not just because it was calming but because he loved the bitter taste of vodka. Vodka was the only alcohol he drank because everything else was just too weak for him, he needed that strength in his alcohol, and he needed to feel the burn on the way down.<br/><br/>She had accepted his presence but he wasnâ€™t sure if she would let him sit next to her. If she rejected his presence in that sense he wouldnâ€™t blame her, but he did not want to hurt her again. Though his stomach was still in knots he was significantly calmer than he had been moments ago before he took that nap. It was like sleeping had changed him, but that would not be surprising. Deziel hardly ever sleeps, so he would be grouchy like any sleep deprived person. Taking a deep breath he opened both bottles carefully before hesitantly sitting next to her on the bed and handing one to her. The smile he gave her as he handed her the bottle was the same one he had presented when he first met her in the park the other night.<br/><br/>He grimaced when she mentioned Heaven and God. He almost wanted to vomit when she mentioned those two things in his presence but nevertheless he forced himself to keep calm. He raised an eyebrow and drank down a bit of his vodka, chuckling softly while he listened to her speak about being rejected by his family. It made him think about his fatherâ€™s little visit, he could feel his anger return a bit at the thought. His wrist still hurt like hell and he was not going to let his father get away with thatâ€¦ he would show him who was weakâ€¦ Brushing it aside, he turned his attention back to Elizabeth and smiled a bit again.<br/><br/>Then he said something odd, at least for him, almost like his mind threw it out of his mouth so he could not reject, â€œIf youâ€™re fine with it, then you can reside here with me.â€ He leaned in a bit closer to her, brushing her hair out of her face and looking into her eyes. His tone was as friendly as it had been the other night at the park. â€œYou donâ€™t need your family as long as you have me to take care of you.â€ He turned away for a moment to drink some more vodka. When he exhaled, he noticed his breath was beginning to smell like a mixture of blood and alcohol. It was an interesting smell, but he felt it suited the mood.<br/><br/>He moved his hand to wipe her tears away, realizing he did not like to see her cry. In the past he would swiftly silence those who cried, but she was different he reminded himself. â€œYou can stay here as long as you like, Elizabeth.â€ She would probably deny him, and again if she did he knew he would not be happy about it. He was still a bit shaky, but now it was because a mixture of things and his emotions were extremely unstable right now despite how calm he was being. He was almost like a time bomb just waiting to go off at the slightest unwanted touch.