all the boys were smoking menthols

Braiden Beckett. I don't give a fuck. 1x1

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She chuckled very lightly, looking around the room with big eyes. “You could always use more money, that’s what everyone wants.” She shrugged as well her big doe eyes falling on him now. “You would do that? I mean, I like to think I am good and I suppose that is saying something about a person who was raised to hate their self and anything to do with it.” She made a joke out of that as well, shaking her head very slightly before her eyes fell to the floor once more. “And that smiling thing suits you too, but I won’t push my luck asking you to smile a little more.” Boosting herself off of the counter with her hands she began to make her way back upstairs before looking over to him. “Just let me know when you want to see some of my work and I will show you some.”

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"Money's not everything," he replied with a small shrug, looking up towards her for a moment. "But yeah, I would. Just need to see some of your stuff before I can recommend it to others so I know what I'm attempting to peddle." He hadn't noticed that he'd been smiling as much as he had within the past half an hour or so until she'd brought it to his attention and it was like he almost immediately put his guard back up, his smile falling and returning to a stoic expression as he watched her walk off towards the stairs. "Whenever you want to go out. Go get some rest. We'll figure it all out in the morning." In all honesty, he needed to get back to work--figure out where his previous target had run off to and if they were back in London or not--so he wanted her to get some sleep so he could do what he needed to. He didn't sleep much anymore and he was sure she'd find that out soon enough.

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The entire vibe from the conversation was completely different from when they’d first met and it almost felt like the circumstances had been different as well. Perhaps it was sleep deprivation that was causing him to be genuinely kinder, but whether it was that or not she didn’t really care. “That must be nice, getting money to do something that helps you? I have never really been able to show my work in order to have anyone interested in it.” She explained, giving a light shrug. As much as Adrienne wanted a career in the art industry, her sheltered lifestyle lead to that being almost impossible. “Yeah, I noticed.” She gave a little laugh, a wide smile finding her lips. “Braiden is a very nice name though and one that actually suits you. You definitely look like a Braiden.”

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"Yeah, it is," he said with a small nod, looking down to avert his gaze. He wasn't really one to open up as easily as he seemed to be doing in this moment, but he already knew so much about her life that he felt it was only right he give her a little something in return. "I mean, not that I really need it, but it's a nice bit of extra income," he shrugged. "I can help you get your work out there if you're any good. I know the buyers." He knew that getting her into a job that was more of a routine 9 to 5 would probably be more difficult than helping her make her move into the art world, so he thought maybe he could help her doing that. Glancing over towards her, he gave his head a light shake and a curt laugh left him. "Thanks, I suppose."

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Adrienne perked up a bit, giving a smile and a nod of her head as she poured some of the liquid soap into the bowl. “Oui, I like to draw and paint sometimes, but drawing is my thing. Do you?” She asked in returned as she finished washing the bowl and turned to lean back on the counter. “That would be perfect, literally all I need.” She chuckled lightly, crossing her arms as she looked at the ground. She was glad to see that maybe she was getting past the hard exterior he liked to put out, at least a little bit. And to find some place that she felt comfortable and alone enough to do her artwork would be something she didn’t even really want to ask for. He’d done enough, but he was going to do more, and that was something that showed he cared more than he let on.

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A light smile came to his face and he nodded slightly, finishing up the list and setting the pen down. "Yeah," he began, looking to her once more. "It's sort of a release for me, I suppose. Therapy, if you will." He let out a soft chuckle at the thought; if there was any kind of therapy he needed, it was the legitimate professional kind, not art therapy. "It's also how I make my money, through commissions and whatnot." He knew there wasn't much point in discretion at this point since she was going to learn more about him simply by living under the same roof. She already knew his real name, which brought up another point he needed to address. "Sorry, by the way. I was trying to protect myself by not telling you who I was, but there's not much point in lying now."

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It was one surprise after another with this man, continuing to change her opinion of him almost every time he made a move. Her eyes landed on him after he’d replied, watching him very closely while she listened to his responses. “Potential jobs, maybe. If there is a very quiet place to be around here, that would be nice as well. I like to do my art in silence most of the time.” These were little things he probably couldn’t give less of a shit about, but she wasn’t going to make the assumption that he didn’t care again because clearly that was wrong — at least slightly wrong. “We can just have a nice day,” She began as she made her way next to him by the sink to wash out her bowl. “Unlike most of the ones we have already had.”

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At the mention of art, he furrowed his brow, more in shock than in confusion. He looked up at her as she approached and washed her dishes, looking her over for a moment. "You do art?" he asked, genuinely curious as to if he'd heard her properly or not. "I... I suppose there's one place I could show you for that, at least. He'd never taken anyone there before, not even his mother, but Braiden had a studio where he liked to do his own art that was a bit secluded from the world. It wasn't in one of the nicest areas of London, but it was a basement that he'd retrofitted to suit his needs and it was all his, that was the only thing that mattered to him. For some reason, he trusted this girl. Not with everything, but enough to know that she wouldn't take advantage of the fact that he was giving her an opportunity that nobody else got.

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She listened to him speak, honestly a bit exhausted from the travel so it wasn’t quite processing. She couldn’t really believe he didn’t mind her company in the first place, but she didn’t really want to leave him anyways. “Oh… Okay, thank you.” She mumbled, finally settling her rumbling stomach as she finished up her food, but only after picking at it for a while. “Maybe you could show me? If that is not too much trouble. I just want to be able to support myself as soon as possible, I know you’re not used to having someone to live with.” She could tell simply by the pristine condition of his home and his almost unfriendly attitude that it wasn’t normal for him to have someone around. “Just once and I’m sure I will be able to memorize it.”

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He was jotting down notes when he heard her speaking, half paying attention until she asked if he could show her around. He stopped what he was doing, bringing his gaze up to look at her for a moment as he thought over her request. It wasn't like he had other things to do at the moment. He would have to wait a few days before he could go back to trailing the man he'd originally gone to France to follow, so the least he could do was give her some sort of direction when it came to where they were. "Suppose I could do that, yeah. Not sure what all I could show you, but I'll do my best." Shrugging, he went back to writing up his list. "First stop will be the shop... We'll go from there, I suppose. Show you a bit of the neighborhood."

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"You’re welcome." She replied, simply shrugging, knowing he was just saying that, but she’d always felt the need to impress everyone she met. She didn’t answer him, walking over into the kitchen to silently eye the nearly empty cabinets, opening the fridge. Luckily enough there was milk that hadn’t expired and cereal for her to at least have a bit of a meal. Taking a bowl and making herself some, she took a seat at the table to eat. "I will, uh, look for a job or something tomorrow." She added quietly, taking another spoonful of cereal. She just wanted him to know she was really going to try and she’d be out of his life as soon as possible — even if she didn’t want to.

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He could fully understand her hesitance around him. She had every reason to be afraid of him, considering the knowledge of the things he did and how well he was able to cover it up and keep it hidden even from his family, but he felt like they were at a point where he'd proven he wasn't going to hurt her. He had no reason to. "You don't have to," he said, his words firm as he moved to make a list of things that they'd need to buy in order to make this place livable once more. "I've got more than enough and you need to get adjusted to and learn your surroundings before you go wandering about on your own." He wasn't going to have brought her here just for her to get lost and possibly into trouble within the first few days of her living with him. In a way, she was now his responsibility, and he intended to keep her safe. Or, as safe as he could.

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The smile on Adrienne’s lips only became bigger and more genuine at the girl’s reaction, glancing over at Braiden to see at least of a bit of a smile on his face as well. “The pleasure was all mine,” She gave another quick bow to his mother, happily waving goodbye to Diana before giving a sigh as the door closed behind the pair. “I have never felt so pressured to impress in my life.” She chuckled, shaking her head while she ran a hand through her hair. “They were… Refreshing?” She mumbled, having dealt with people who weren’t as kind to her over the past few years, it felt good to be around that again. “I suppose I’ll leave you to relax as well.” She added, even though her stomach was practically rumbling now and she would’ve liked some company, she didn’t want to bother him any longer than she had, it being visibly noticeable that he was irritated because of that all.

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He let out a sigh as his family left and he made sure the door was closed and locked behind them before making his way back towards the kitchen, moving to the cabinets to take inventory of what he still had left there that was edible, considering he'd need to go grocery shopping soon. "You didn't have to impress," he commented simply, figuring that the notion was an obvious one, though the words may have come off a bit more harsh than he had intended them to--not that he realized that. "But... thank you. For entertaining them." Looking over to her, he watched her for a moment before shaking his head. "You need to eat something. There's not much, but... help yourself."

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A smile immediately came to Adrienne’s face as Braiden spoke towards her, looking down at the girl who really wasn’t much shorter than she was in comparison to everyone else in the room. “Hello Diana, I’m Adrienne.” She spoke with wide eyes and a happy smile, giving the girl all of her attention. She knew that’s what most kids liked, even if it was from a stranger. Laughing lightly at her gesture, Adrienne bent down slightly and shook Diana’s substantially smaller hand, eyes growing as wide as possibly at the sight of the bracelet on purpose. “You could say that, he gave me a place to sleep while I’m staying here, but I see he managed to get you something much more expensive.” She commented, eying her wrist before smiling back at her. “It is truly fit for a beautiful princess like you.” Her voice was graceful and fragile, giving a small bow to the girl as she took her place back near the wall. She really did love having children around, she’d always been good with them, so she hoped she’d said kind enough words to make the girl’s day.

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Diana's eyes widened along with her smile at Adrienne's compliment and she giggled, running back over towards Delilah and tugging on her shirt. "Mummy, she said I'm a princess!" the girl exclaimed in excitement and a soft smile came to Braiden's lips at the scene. He couldn't help it; he'd always had a soft spot for his younger sister and it was ultimately why he'd done the things he'd done initially. Delilah smiled and leaned down to kiss Diana's head gently before taking her hand again. "Well, we'll get out of your hair. It was lovely meeting you and hopefully we'll get a chance to learn more about you since you'll be staying awhile, I assume?" Braiden simply nodded, glancing over to his mother. "Could you call next time before you come over?" he requested, only bringing forth a laugh from his mother. "Of course. We'll arrange something. Have a good rest of your evening, you two." And with that, the two left the flat after saying their goodbyes.

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At most, she was slightly taken aback at how kind his mother was. Usually the thing that put someone in a situation such as Braiden’s was psychological abuse, which happened to be more common with mothers than fathers. Regardless, she didn’t know his situation, it’d only been forever since she was around a mother figure such as Delilah. She stopped herself at the foot of the stairs, turning around to listen to the woman before Braiden drew closer. “She is sweet, so if she wants me to stay, I don’t mind.” She mumbled in reply, crossing her arms over her chest. Adrienne just felt bad she was lying to her, though she couldn’t possibly be aware of the separate life her son lived, it was still lying. Leaning against the closest wall, she rested her head as she watched the two girls interact, smiling to herself. She remembered days like this, where her mother would bring her home gifts from her business trips. She would give anything to have that back at this point, which is why it always made her a bit sad to see.

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He could tell that this was slightly uncomfortable for Adrienne and he couldn't blame her as he felt the same if not more uncomfortable than she did in that moment. He wanted his mother to leave. Not that he didn't love her, but he was exhausted and when he was exhausted, he'd get cranky and when he was cranky, he wasn't exactly the most pleasant person to be around--not that he ever really was. "This is Diana," he commented, catching Adrienne's attention again as he motioned to his sister. "She never introduced herself. Too busy with the presents, I suppose." Diana looked up to Adrienne with her bright blue eyes and she smiled, going over to her and holding out her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Braiden's friend," the little girl greeted. "Did Braiden get you any presents?"

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Adrienne shook her head almost immediately, giving a broad smile to the woman. “It is no problem, I feel very lucky to be considered at all. When we met, it was almost impossible to let him walk away. I figured, if he was meant to be my friend I would meet him again and obviously he found his way right back into my life.” Anyone would think she was an actress after this performance she was putting on, but even she was second guessing that these were her actual feelings she was speaking about. She didn’t have time to hate him for all he’d done or be ungrateful for him taking her in — even if he was only doing it to safe himself the guilt. Coming back from her thoughts again, she managed to look over at him again just as Delilah did. “As you should be, he continues to amaze me every second I know him longer.” She chuckled, for once just genuinely smiling at his actions. “Perhaps I should give you three some time to catch up, it’s not my place to stay.” She gave a little bow to all of them with the same smile on her lips as she began to leave. “It was very nice meeting you, madame.” She figured it was better to leave Braiden with his family, give them some alone time, the last thing she wanted to be was a burden on his personal life as well.

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It warmed Delilah's heart to hear such good things about her son, something that wasn't always the case since she knew how he didn't relate very well with people. "Well, thank you for keeping him company," she said with a smile. As Adrienne went to excuse herself, Delilah moved forward and took her hand to stop her from moving. "Oh no, it's quite alright. We're the ones intruding, after all. We'll only be a few moments, I just wanted to make sure that he was alright, after all," she said, waving her free hand in a dismissive manner. "I insist, please stay." Braiden stood up and watched as Diana ran over to Delilah to show off her bracelets with an exclamation of "mummy look!" and he moved back in the same direction, fingers threading through his hair. "She won't let you leave anyway," Braiden commented softly, glancing to her, trying to read her and see how she was feeling about this situation.

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She nodded in reciprocation to his comment, moving to give a shake to her hand very lightly, almost as if she was unworthy. “Nice to meet you as well and yes, I am. Have you been?” She figured it was better to form a friendly relationship with the woman rather than seem cold and stand-offish. It was in her nature to befriend anyone that was kind to her and obviously Delilah hadn’t done anything to harm her in the past five minutes of being there. Adrienne’s eyes drifted from conversation over to Braiden, scanning him over as he interacted with who she assumed was his little sister. It felt good to know that he was at least human, that part of the reason why she was there was because he’d had some sort of sympathy towards her or taken a liking to her. “Your son has been very kind to me, you know. You have raised a brilliant young man.” She commented as her attention moved back to the conversation in front of her, a simple smiling curling at the ends of her lips once she’d gone silent.

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"When I was much younger, yes," she responded with a chuckle, looking between her and Braiden. "I'm surprised I've never met you before. Braiden doesn't have very many people he considers friends, so I'm sorry if I seem a little shocked." Braiden tried his best not to listen in on the conversation. After all, it didn't concern him and he knew that Adrienne wouldn't tell his mother what had happened while he was out of the country. It wasn't really something you went around and discussed openly. His attention was caught when he heard Adrienne's last comment though and he glanced over towards her, gaze lingering a moment before he set Diana down, kneeling down to get out the gifts he'd brought. He didn't agree in the slightest with her comment about him being kind or brilliant. If anything, he was the exact opposite, but he wasn't going to say anything. Delilah gave the girl a smile and looked over to Braiden, nodding some. "He's a wonderful boy. I'm very proud of him. He's been through so much and he deals with it very well." That's what you think, Braiden commented in his own mind, shaking his head as he took the younger girl's wrist and wrapped a silver bracelet with a few charms dangling from it around it and held up the stuffed bear to Diana and smiled. "All for you."

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To say that Adrienne wasn’t surprised by this sudden announcement would be a lie, her eyes widened a bit before she furrowed her brows and watched him walk towards the front door. The amount of nerves that fell over her was quite ridiculous given the situation, she didn’t even know his mother, but perhaps that was part of reason the initial anxiety fell over her. She simply watched as he welcome his mother, hearing more expression in his voice than she had the entire time she’d known him. The name hit her like a brick, a bit hurt, but a final realization of what this stranger’s name really was. After Adrienne had snapped from her thoughts to realize she was being accounted for, she immediately gave a soft smile, partially bowing to the woman. Her face turned a bit red at her accusation, shaking her head a bit to compliment Braiden’s reply. “Bonjour madame, I’m Adrienne.” She spoke with that same smile, giving a nod in place of a hand shake since she felt it wasn’t really her place. “Just a friend, don’t worry.”

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Letting out a sigh, Braiden made sure that the front door was closed before he followed back into the kitchen where the other three were, running his fingers through his hair as he watched Adrienne introduce herself. "She's visiting for awhile. I'm giving her a place to stay," he explained, only giving his mother part of the truth. It wasn't like she would need to know all of the details, after all. Delilah smiled and reached a hand out tot he girl. "It's nice to meet you, darling. I'm Delilah, Braiden's mum. Your accent... are you from France?" Braiden didn't really know what he could do to get his mother to leave. Now that she was here and she'd met Adrienne, he knew she'd ask questions and be curious as to how they met. It was only a matter of time before things took a turn. "Di, c'mere, I got something for you," he said to his younger sister who perked up almost immediately and scurried over to him. He picked her up and carried her over towards his things, grabbing up his bag and rummaging through it to find the souvenir he'd gotten for the small girl.

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That little comment alone went to show there was a lot more beneath his surface, not that Adrienne hadn’t already suspected as much, but it did cause a small smile to grace her lips. The moment immediately dissipated as his reaction changed, her stepped a bit further into the kitchen. “Is something wrong? You seem a little… Distressed.” She mumbled, not wanting to intrude on any of his business. It was simple curiosity, but she knew he wasn’t really an open book at this point. “Anything I can fix? Because I do owe you a great deal and I would love to help.” Her voice only grew a tad louder, but she remained a good distance away, watching his features after she’d spoken. She really did want to help, more than anything. Even if he didn’t think so, she felt like she owed him the world.

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It was the last thing he needed right now, after having just come back home from a multiple week long trip, but he should've expected it when he hadn't called home to let his mum know where he'd run off to. He did this often and she knew that, but it didn't stop her from worrying. "Not unless you can prevent my mum from coming over," he said as he gathered up the pile of letters and went to put them on the desk in the office, closing the door behind him as he came back out to the main area. "She'll be here any mi--" A loud ding resounded throughout the flat and Braiden's eyes closed, a sigh followed by a low grumble leaving him. "Any minute... I'll be right back." He left the room and his long legs carried him forwards to the door, peeking through the small hole in the door to see his mother and younger sister just outside. Opening the door after a moment of hesitation, he gave the women on the other side a soft smile. "Before you say anything, I'm sorry I didn't call. I just got home."

"And where were you for three weeks, hmm? I was worried sick, Braiden." Delilah's tone was scolding as she made her way into the flat with Diana's hand in her own before Braiden could keep her from entering. "I called and you never answe--" Her voice was cut off as she entered the kitchen and saw Adrienne standing there, her eyes going a bit wide as she looked back towards her son. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" Braiden sighed as he entered the room, moving his fingers through his hair. "No, not really."

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She didn’t know if she’d ever stop feeling like this was her fault and perhaps that was because most of her life, she was lead to believe everything was her fault. Usually it was the people she was with that made her feel that way, but she knew that he wasn’t just one of those negative people she was letting into her life. Looking up at the building as he spoke, she would’ve clung to his side had he let her, but she stayed as close as possible regardless. “Merci.” She mumbled, listening to his directions very tentatively and following the stairs upwards, then turning the left. It slightly amazed her how well he was living, almost made it seem like he got paid to do what he did. Walking around, she decided it was better to listen to exactly what he said and not snoop like she wanted to. Putting the back of her knees to the bed, she fell onto the fluffy comforter, smiling at the feeling of something… Warm and welcoming. There’d been a major absence of that in her life and this? Well, this was just perfect. She sat up straighter, brushing herself off before she made her way back down stairs to him. “This place is beautiful. Comme maison, like home.” She added the translation with a small smile, leaning herself against a wall.

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He carried their things inside and once he'd gotten everything, he closed and locked the door. It wasn't that he needed to lock it because he lived in the wealthier part of London where there wasn't nearly as much to worry about in ways of break-ins, but he preferred his privacy and he knew that they probably wouldn't be leaving the flat anytime soon that day. He assumed she'd gone upstairs to investigate on her new room and as she did so, he made his way to the kitchen and went about all of the usual housekeeping things of checking through the mail that had piled up while he was gone--his mother had certainly made sure to empty out his mailbox and leave them on the counter in neat piles, just the way he liked--checking messages on his voicemail, and making sure that the food that was still in the pantries were good. She came back into the room while he flipped through the letters and he glanced up towards her, nodding a bit. "Thank you. It's not much, but it's home." He set the pile down and looked up to notice a sticky note left on the fridge, going over to pick it up and read it, letting out a small sigh. "Damnit..."

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It was all almost like a dream, just going through and doing what she had to do or had been told to do. She was practically over the fact that her abuser was dead and gone, but the sense of feeling lost came over her easily. She was in a new place, with someone she barely knew. Almost emotionless for the most part, she followed and gave him her bags before climbing in the passenger seat of the big black car. She was debating taking the backseat, which her father had always made her, but she figured that if she’d tried, he would’ve denied the action. The price for the parking was so easily paid and it made her curious as to just how much money he had. Did he get paid to take people out? Chewing on her lip in thought, she was snapped back into reality by the sound of his voice and shook her head. “I am fine with what I have. I don’t think I could ask anymore of you regardless.” She said simply, nodding her head before she folded her hands in her lap.

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He was sure that she'd have a lot of questions once she saw what kind of life he led. It wasn't one that you would normally believe leads to a serial killer being born, but there was a lot more to it than what meets the eye and he wasn't sure he was ready to delve into all the details anytime soon. He knew that in some ways he owed her an explanation. Why he'd taken such an interest in her would've only made sense if she knew where he was coming from and even still, he was sure she wouldn't completely get it, but he didn't expect her to. "Right," he said simply, unsure of what else to do. He wasn't the type to carry on conversation, so he continued to drive, arriving at his flat close to half an hour later. "Here we are." Getting out of the car, he moved around back to gather their things once more, heading to the door and unlocking it to make his way inside. "You'll be in the spare bedroom upstairs and to the left if you want to go up."

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Adrienne had only been a couple places with her mother for travel when she was younger, but she did managed to snag her passport on the way out of the house. Going through the airport was always just a mess and she constantly remembered just wanting to get to her destination, but as of now she couldn’t really do that. She noticed his yawn, following him very obediently before furrowing her brows at his question. “No, I’m fine for now. Perhaps we should just go where we have to go.” There was a slight hesitance in her voice solely because she wanted to make decisions for him and not for herself, but the thought of eating right now pretty much nauseated her to the point where her appetite was entirely gone. Adjusting the strap of her bag closer to her body, she gave a weak smile to reassure her statement as she looked at him, waiting for his decision.

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He looked to her, judging her facial expressions and body language--something he'd grown very good at doing over the past couple of years--and he merely nodded, knowing that there wasn't much she probably felt up to doing. After all, her life had pretty much changed in the blink of an eye and it would be a lot to take in for anybody. He led her towards customs and they made it through with no trouble, then taking the shuttle out towards the long-term parking lot where he'd left his black Range Rover parked for the duration of his stay out of the country. He placed their things into the trunk of the car, unlocking the car so that she would be able to get in while he got everything situated and found his ticket to allow him to leave the garage, getting into the car and heading to the booth where he would pay the substantial fee his car being parked there would've racked up over the past two weeks. It was nothing for him, having a bunch of money tucked away in his accounts that he wouldn't talk about. "I know you didn't get everything," he commented simply as the car pulled onto the roads, headed towards East London. "So if you see anything you need while we're driving, we can stop."

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Adrienne decided that it was better to not make conversation with him since he didn’t seem too good at it. Even though he had made a gracious effort to repay for what he’d done — he’d still done it and that hadn’t quite hit her yet which was why she was even being friendly to him in the first place. Though it all did horrendously confuse her. Since when did murderers take in their victim’s daughters after the fact? He had to have some logical reasoning behind what he was doing, but she didn’t want to interrogate him in front of a bunch of people. She was feeling a loss, but more of a loss of comfort… Of a home, than anything else. Her father, sure, he’d be missed, but that certainly wasn’t her main concern at this point. Snapping out of her thoughts at the flight attendant’s voice, they smooth made their descent faster than she thought and stood up to stretch once they landed. “Well, thank you.” She finally added, moving to grab her bag from the storage apartment up above before leading them off of the plane.

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The plane landed and once they were given the okay to get out of their seats, he stood, grabbing his own bag out from the overhead compartment and helped to get hers down as well. "You don't have to thank me," he said simply and once the line began to move down the aisles and people filtered out of the plane, he followed and headed out through the airport, making sure that she was trailing behind him. "You've got your passport ready, yeah? We've gotta get through customs before we can go anywhere." He pulled his own documentation out of his pocket, yawning as he walked. He hadn't gotten much sleep throughout his trip--not like he ever got much, but this was less than usual--and he led her through the airport to the right places. "Are you hungry?" He wanted to know where they would be headed next after they left, whether it'd be going back home or getting food before they did so. He'd much prefer to head back to his flat, but he couldn't only think of himself now.