@viciousrocket // continued:
He blinked slowly, he had forgotten he was crashing with Daedra after his last mission went south. He had been reading something but must of dozed off reading one of her books.
He blamed the fact it was a romance novel, even though he knew it wasn't true. His infliction had done a number on him and it was showing.
"I'm fine, just a bit tired after my last job." he admitted, he had dragged himself off the couch after napping for 8 hours and was trying to pretend he was fine.
And probably failing spectacularly.
He didn't fully remember getting there but she was probably concerned when the grown man showed up at her door of the current place she was staying at and crashed on her couch the moment he was in his normal clothes.
She didn't respond right away, still observing him. Daedra's head tilted slightly, as her fingers shifted among eachother behind her back. Had he been his usual demeanor, he might have noticed her not so subtle gazes... which she found concerning.
It was hard to place it really.... He didn't seem sick, nor like something was ailing him physically, like an injury... If Daedra had to describe it as anything: Vic seemed drained; worn to his very core in a way. She was unused to seeing him like this. It had always been more common to see him doing or carrying something-- regardless of the hour.
She wanted to ask him about it, yet... something inside told her not to push him. Not at this moment, anyway. Afterall, he'd managed to make his way here, for some specific reason, and Daedra was -pretty sure- that reason wasn't to be hounded by questions from her.
"Oh~ It must have been quite a tough job," she remarked, keeping to her usual gentle and friendly smiling. Daedra had very little idea of what it could be, she wasn't sure what Vic did when he was away, most of the time. "Well, if you're still tired, you could take a nap! -- Why not use the bed this time?" the redhead suggested. "You barely fit on the couch, so I can't imagine you were comfortable. I'll get you up at a certain time, if you'd like."
Frankly, the man seemed so out that a bomb could have went off and he'd not have noticed. It had been concerning, in a way, since Vic generally always seemed so... aware, even the few times she saw him 'relaxed'.
"Are you hungry? I could get you something. A drink-- snacks-- anything you'd like! My treat!" He was always offering such things to her-- and maybe he'd perk up a bit with some food in him. Though... so much for her plan to not barrage him with questions.
His head seem to constantly be drooping down, as he made the valiant effort to keep her book in his hands. Daedra was quite familiar with the stance, as she'd sometime succumb to it on nights she read too late. Setting a hand gently on his broad, thick shoulder, the redhead drew a bit closer, craning herself to better see his facial features.
It was then she noticed something. The book in his hands was completely upside down.... Ahhh....
