Checking Up. (Rolf) (2 days after sweet nothings) - The Basement

He kept her hands, then... perfectly happy and content with that.

"Once... I was on my way to Paris to further study Genetics. But all these years... of not being able to use my hands... I have lost much. Cannot even read a book without cutting it to pieces... cannot operate a computer, without destroying the keys.. "

He waved a hand.

"This, is how I will learn to shoot. By understanding every equation of it... this is the first step, understanding force and trajectory, based on the mass of an object. For too long, I have forsaken weapons other than claws... it must be rectified."

She leaned into him.

"You can be a Geneticist again. I will make it happen. If nothing else, I will give you one to be your hands. You are mine now. I will take care of you and your dreams."

He blinked, as she lay claim to him.

His face turned to hers... simply staring... thinking. Had he wanted to kiss her, it only slightly showed, but he did not act upon such.

"Yours, now..." He nodded... repeating... agreeing.

She was, at this moment, succeeded where the demon had failed. The right things, by the right person, pulled him in with a force stronger than the wont that had crushed him from within. It wasnt the bond... he barely felt it at all. It was... something more.

His hand remained in hers... lingering there, leaning into her, right back.

"Show me this... island...you will have to cover us, tho... I will not risk the demon being truthful"

She smiled and stepped closer, wrapping her arms around him.

"I don't have to mask us. We will be there in an instant."

And then, they were.