WHen you wake up, everyting is gonna be fine.

[saysweetprayers]

Now that she knows he exists, he doesn't just come in the night anymore. He comes in the middle of the day, in the afternoon, in the morning. He comes whenever it suits him, sometimes bringing little things to cheer her up or make hr smile, sometimes not.

This morning, he's laid out a breakfast in her sitting room floor, tea and cakes and eggs and other tasty things that he knows humans enjoy.

He won't be partaking in any of the food himself but he can have something else if he so chooses.

He smiles hen she walks in, waiting patiently to see her reaction

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[saysweetprayers]

He chuckles softly and nods. She's right, he doesn't drink, just as he doesn't eat, but he can see inside her mind, knows that the manners are there, eager to be given a chance to show themselves.

There's another kiss, this time dropped into her har as he moves to wind his arms around her,, holding her for a moment. He also saw those tears, that need to cry because people aren't doing this for her.

He's not people, he's something different, something darker than people but now there will be someone to show her kindness.

[strangletheheart]

Justine smiles, happy she's given the chance to make him tea even if he doesn't drink it. It's rare that she has anyone round to make them tea. Gabe, Abby and Del are probably the only other exceptions, but they're not always around.

She sighs and leans into the hold. Even if her friendship circle is growing, she's stick sickly and disease-ridden. The others she knows can get sick, he can't. He can touch her, be around her for long periods of time without being affected by her Calling and to be honest... it's a Godsend. She doesn't particularly believe in God... but he is one. And she's glad of it.

Drawing circles on his hand with one finger, she smiles. "Thank you. Thank you so much. For finding me. For everything."

[saysweetprayers]

He nods, leaving ore kisses against her hair and soon eough her neck ad cheek. He's happy to do it, happy to show her the kindness and caring that others can't or won't.

Moving his hands away from her, he takes her hands in his own, ad then carefully moves them so that they are signing the word love. He doesn't speak in sign language often but he's making an exception for her.

He seems to be doing that a lot though.

[strangletheheart]

Justine's still smiling, her eyes closing at the kisses. She opens her eyes again watches his hands carefully, silently understanding the motions. She understands what it means, how much is means and she takes in a shaky breath.

"Love." she says gently.

Love's always been foreign territory to her. She can read about it, but feeling it is another thing. But maybe she's feeling it right now. Maybe she does love him. It's frightening and wonderful all at the same time.

She lifts her head to kiss him gently and smiles again. "I think... I.. do love you." she says finally. "Love's.. complicated, but I think I.. I do feel it for you."

[saysweetprayers]

He lets her hands go, his own tracing the lines of her arms and shoulders until they reach her neck again. He touches her face with a gentle finger and touches her throat with his other hand.

There are kisses and warmth and he keeps his hands on her as much as he can. He touches her and lets her know he's there and every so often, he moves, signing the word again.

Who knows what kind of love it is, Who knows if they can put a term to it beyond 'love'? It doesn't matter. Words, they aren't for him, not in the way that they are for other people.