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[youre_the_onlyreason]

~Caroline~

Caroline saw the tendit girl. She heard the news report. Since Caroline was a tendit, she had very keen senses, and was always very alert. That was why most of the time she couldn't sleep without being woken up by every peep and creek. She let Hawke pull her towards his house, glad to get away from all of the ruckus. Caroline bit her lip, keeping herself from crying. Caroline new this little girl. Her name was Sara. Sara was the sweetest ten-year-old that Caroline new. Caroline's bed was right next to Sara's, but Sara escaped with Farin. Caroline found her lip bleeding, because she had bitten it harder at the thought of Sara and the concentration camp. She quickly looked down, and let Hawke drag her along to bring her to the house. Caroline simply let go of her lip, and let the blood slowly trickle down her chin, mixing with the salty water of a tear falling down her face.

[Avaloni]

HAWKE

Hawke opened the back door, which was unlocked. He'd left it like that, it was more convenient to risk meeting a misguided theif than the neighbors watch him pick a lock every time he entered and call the authorities. He walked inside the house, it wasn't the biggest, but it was clean. He closed the door behind him, looking back at Caroline. He was about to tell her they were safe now when he noticed her lower lip. She'd bitten it hard enough that the blood had trickled all the way down her chin, forming a cherry red droplet. It was combined with the crystal clear liquid of Caroline's tears. He stiffened when he saw it. He wasn't used to consoling others. Unlike some tendits, he'd shared his room with no one, having been put in solitary confinement after getting into too many fights with his roommates. Awkwardly, he pulled her closer to him, and with movements that were hesitant enough to possibly be considered robotic, he put his arm around her. "Hey," he tried to sooth her. "It's over. It's over..you're safe here." That was the most comforting thing he could think to say, although he knew it probably wouldn't help much. He felt bad for Caroline, who had probably had a pretty rough day. The thought of the can of soup which he had commandeered from a nearby convenience store came to mind, but he waited for any kind of response before saying anything.

[youre_the_onlyreason]

~Caroline~

Caroline silently sniffled, and nuzzled her head into Hawke's chest. He was so muscular, that it was like a pillow for Caroline. She let the tear infused blood trickle a bit farther, while she tried to calm down. Even as original and not the most caring thing someone could say, Hawke's words really seemed to soothe Caroline. "T-Thanks..." She stuttered. "Do you have any paper towel, or something I can wipe my mouth off with?" Caroline asked, looking around. The house was awfully empty, and small, but Caroline didn't care about the size. She did know he was moving out tomorrow, but it seemed that he didn't even have a single thing in there.

[Avaloni]

HAWKE

Hawke sat there with Caroline until he heard her question. He was glad his words made an impact, and she didn't reject his arm around her, because being around people wasn't really his thing. "Ummmm..... Paper towel? Noo... but I do have a napkin.. I think... somewhere." Hawke walked into the kitchen. The refrigerator was white, the wall was yellow, and the tile was white. He opened a cupboard, which was a fake pine material. There was nothing in there, so he closed it and checked the next, and found a collection of neatly stacked napkins, the recycled paper kind that were given away with fast food. He picked one up, handing it over to Caroline. "Here we are.. home sweet home. Pull up a piece of carpet and get comfy because I don't have any chairs. I have a bedroll for you though, and there's a couple of towels... Two pillows... Oh, want some soup? What about tea? Can I make you any tea?" Hawke tried his best to be a decent host, but he couldn't offer her much when he had so little himself. He decided to make himself some tea, although his method was a little unorthodox. He dropped a bag of chamomile tea into a bottle of Disani water, the let it sit for a moment.

[youre_the_onlyreason]

~Caroline~

Caroline happily took the napkin, and dabbed her lip and chin. Her lip had thankfully stopped bleeding, and the tears stopped. Listening, Caroline thought about how they were going to actually sleep. Would they be beside each other? Would they be across the room from each other? Or would they have to push the bedrolls together? Um... Some tea would be nice. I am not really hungry right now."Caroline laughed a bit, seeing as Hawke was just trying to be a good host for her. You don't have to try so hard, ya know? I am not that high maintenance." She set the napkin in her lap, and looked up to Hawke. "Did I get all of the blood off?" She asked, looking at him so that he could see her lip and chin.

[Avaloni]

HAWKE

Hawke nodded. "Nice to know... I don't like high maintenance girls. Always complaining... but c'mon, aren't you always suppose to offer someone a beverage when they're upset... or just came in?" He dropped another tea bag into another bottle, giving Caroline his fresh bottle and setting aside the second for himself. "Don't worry, I'm not a gentleman most of the time." Suddenly, with talk of being a good host and a gentleman, he thought of sleeping arrangements. How was that going to work? There were two bedrolls (he used the second as a cushion normally) but where would Caroline sleep with her sleeping bag? He wasn't versed in the odd habits of everyday people and their love of rules and manners, so he didn't know where would be appropriate.... of course he didn't care overly much. Even though he'd been kind to her, Hawke was far from a gentleman. He let himself forget the matter; it would represent itself later on when sunset falls upon the grey-brown skies. "Oh, and yes you did." Hawke was going to add that she looked fine, but really she looked better than fine, somehow... but of course he wasn't about to say that. It would come out wrong, he was certain. His tea was done, so he took a drink and then sat on the carpet somewhat near his guest. The first guest, he realized, that he'd ever had.

[youre_the_onlyreason]

{{On my tablet, so I can't do a pretty post.}}

Caroline gladly took the tea, and slowly sipped it, savoring the flavor. "Thank you," she said, meaning for it to be for the tea and for helping her make sure that all of the blood was off. Caroline turned so that her back was facing Hawke and laid down, her head ending up on Hawke's knee, her hair splaying out around her. She didn't sit up immediately, because Hawke's knee made a surprisingly comfy pillow. She simply looked to Hawke, laughed a bit, and said, "Hope you don't mind me laying on you." Caroline reached her free hand up, and started playing with her hair, twisting it in between her fingers, and then dropping it back in place.

[Avaloni]

HAWKE

Hawke watched Caroline for a moment, and seeing her so comfortable made him tired. He got up, once she was off of his knee. It wasn't that he didn't want to visit but that like clockwork he always took two showers a day; one once he woke up and the second for before bed. "I'm going in the master bedroom to take a shower... so don't go in, okay?" The house had two bathrooms, but one was only a half-bath, by the kitchen, containing sink and toilet only. The only shower was in the master bedroom. He got up from his spot, and walked over to the master bedroom, closing the door behind him. He was unusually drained by the events of the day - mostly because he saw those Goldhawks so close to him... and how they treated that girl... and the junk thy always fed to the media to scare the people, all lies. Hawke turned on the water, waiting for it to steam before going inside. He had grown strangely tolerant to heat.

[youre_the_onlyreason]

{{Still on my tablet. Sorry!}}

After Caroline sat up, Hawke got up, and told her not to go in the master bedroom, because he was taking a shower. Caroline simply nodded, and waited for Hawke to go in the room before getting up and exploring. She went in every room, except the master bedroom. She was not about to invade Hawke's privacy like that. She knew how it felt, and told herself that she would never do that to someone. She went back in the small lounge area, and layed down wear she had once been. She felt so tired all of a sudden. All she wanted to do was fall asleep. Caroline closed her heavy eyelids, only planning on resting them for a bit. But, unexpectantly she fell asleep, still wearing Hawke oversized but comfortable sweat shirt.

[Avaloni]

HAWKE

Hawke got out of the shower, looking at the old digital clock that sat on the countertop. It was early. He'd never gone to bed so early in his life. But still, he was tired. He ran a towel over his head, throwing his hair into every random direction. He ran the towel down his neck and over his back, pausing as he felt the sharp pain shoot through his shoulderblades and into what felt like every part of his body. He winced, biting down on the sides of his tounge lightly. He silently told himself not to be such a pussy.. he was used to enduring this. It was the price of his freedom. Still, it was a high price. He glanced at the rusty green metal case, which in all honesty looked like a case from the movies from which a villain would pulk out numerous torture devices. He would have to open it up again soon, although each time he did it he dreaded it so badly. Not today, but soon. He thought he should tell Caroline not to look in there when he got back. He tried not to let the thoughts of the case alter his mood, although it was almost impossible. He finished drying up, and then put back on the same shirt but added sweatpants. He got both sleeping bags, one in each hand, and walked back into the main room. He was about to ask Caroline where she wanted to sleep but saw her curled up, breathing the soft, steady breaths of one already asleep. Hawke noticed that she was still wearing his hoodie. It was too big for her but for some reason she looked really cute in it. He watched her for a moment whilst he decided what to do. He unrolled both sleeping bags, and unzipped hers completely. He covered her gently with it, careful not to wake her. Then, he unrolled and unzipped his so that it too was like a large blanket. He set it a litte ways from her and lay down, pulling the coners into a makeshift blanket so that he was wrapped in it. He folded down the top portion to make a small pillow. Finally content, he closed his eyes, letting sleep wash over him.