A week went by uneventfully.
Kemuel spent his late nights monitoring the tides that ebbed and flowed into Helium’s bustling interior, whereas daylight allotted volunteer work at the hospital, or general wanderings under the sun.
This morning, however, was different. He shot Riah a text early on, about five am, to announce his arrival at the dock. Kemuel brought with him a backpack full of bottled water and snacks neatly kept in the insulated, portable cooler within. Instead of his usual getup of slacks and button-ups, he opted for a plain long sleeve shirt and dark sweats that conformed to his figure nicely, leaving breathing room for flexibility and comfort.
Thus far, the two had weather on their side and time, too. The demon perked his head up as lights flashed on the street closer to him, a car pulling to the curb to drop someone off. Riah? Kemuel cocked his head aside, but offered a wave in chance. It looked like the nurse--unless Riah had a twin, he’s right.
“I appreciate you getting up early. The sun rise will make the lost sleep worth it,” he assured, feeling that the nurse quite appreciated the hours of sleep he could get in.
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