It’d been.. days. If he were being honest, he couldn’t seem to keep track of the them, having lost more than enough from the moment the air in Lenore’s home had come to standstill, leaving him near comatose on the floor. Though none of that mattered anymore, it should have -- but he couldn’t afford for time lost to matter, as it were he’d spent too long trying to sort through the chaos in his head. Hunting, had been all he had to take his mind from it until he knew the inevitable came. The level of difficulty the idea of Lenny losing all protection she’d once had, he had a hard time swallowing; even now as he stood on her front porch, conflicted almost, as he seemed to stare at the door knob. Locked or unlocked? Both signified all too many things to be safely placing any kind of weight in one or the other and while he knew he’d lose his mind with her should it not have been locked, there was still a small part of him that hoped for a moment it might have been. That very piece of him torn just as the door opened without any effort at all, Zeke wiping at the almost dried blood that coated his hand before pushing the door until it creaked to a stop. Nothing... Not a thing happened. And whatever elation he’d felt in it being unlocked in the first place was gone in remembering how vulnerable Lenore was at this point in time. Don’t kick off. Don’t kick off. Hadn’t there been enough of that? At least for now. Inhaling deeply, fingers flexed as he pushed to let it go, he moved through the familiar kitchen, shoes kicked off at the door -- god forbid he drag anything through her house as she’d so often called him out on before. “---- Honey, I’m home.” He smirked; likely not the right time to slip back into old habits but.. he owed her everything, holding onto what had happened wasn’t something he’d voice, just yet. @lenoredauphine