"SHILO!"

Shilo dropped the cup she was holding at the roar from downstairs. Terrified, she froze before slowly turning around, hearing each and every stomp and crash coming her way. She glanced around for something to protect her with, and seeing nothing her breathing quickened, her pulse hammered and her heart missed a few beats from the glass door shattering from the blow it received from the figure walking through the door. Her blood pressure cuff shrieked and screeched and a tall man in black took her shoulders and stared two inches away from her face with fire in his eyes.

"How could you?" Graverobber spoke, every word laced with fury so intense she could feel his hands shaking.

Shilo tried to form some words, but instead her mouth just feebly moved without sound. Something in his eyes melted, and Graverobber let out a long, heavy sigh. He sat down heavily in one of the kitchen chairs, and hung his head with his legs stretched out.

"Why would you do that to me Kid? That's a week's worth of Z. Now lying on the ground in a puddle. Some of the purest stuff around. We could have made a killing." He lifted his heavy head and looked at her, leaning against the counter, hand to her chest, looking a little shell shocked.

""Oh Kid…" Standing up, he gently led her to the couch. He had let his anger grab hold of him, and had forgotten her waking nightmares leftover from the Genetic Opera, from the GeneCo henchmen, from the death of her family.

Graverobber slid behind her, wrapping her small form into him, and felt her relax. Her head lolled back onto his chest, and she looked into his eyes. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, gently, gently, and stroked her hair back out of her face.

It was always these little things that surprised Shilo the most. The small touches of affection, the little look in his eyes, the safe feeling of having someone to lean into. She never thought he would love her like he did. Where he laid down his pride, and kissed her nose, held her hand, stroked her hair no matter who they were around… it was the littlest things that always meant the most to her. The fact that he held her hair when she got sick from the memories, when he carried her home after her collapsing, walking right by his clients and enemies, making no attempt to cover up his tender affection for the girl in his arms. He let his love be known, free to the world, his dark demeanor out of sight near her.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, snuggling into him, "I was mopping, and the handle just knocked the whole shelf over. I was about to clean it up, I didn't know you would be home so early…" she pulled herself up next to him to look into his eyes.

"It's ok. I don't really mind anymore. You just got the initial reaction. I'm sorry I took it out on you like that. It's just money. I didn't mean to scare you like that." Graverobber pulled her onto his lap, and rested his head on her slight shoulder, neck outstretched, and shaggy hair trailing behind him.

"I'm sorry I killed your Zydrate." Shilo said, before leaning down and laying a light kiss on his exposed neck. "I'm sorry" she murmured, kissing his ear. "I'm sorry" she mumbled into his temple. "Will you ever forgive me?" She asked before pressing down hard on his pulse point with her lips.

Graverobbers heart rate spiked, and he encircled her in his arms before saying "Well, forgive and forget I always say."

With that, he pulled her towards him and made it really clear just how forgiven she really was.