I do not own anything related to Repo! Warning: This is mainly Grilo, with implied Amber/Pavi. Rating is for language and such implications.
"Kid, if you let me in I'll tell you my real name," his deep voice made it's way through the door and into her brain. She had been curled up next to the back door in the kitchen, head in between her knees sobbing lightly. A tea kettle and a pot of water were bubbling away on the stove. There had been an abrupt knock at the door, followed by the voice of the only other human being she knew who wasn't dead. She didn't move or say a word as he tried to get her to open up for him. He had even said please. But it was the promise of knowing more about the ratty Zydrate dealer that got her to stand up and crack the door open.
"State your business, Graverobber," she said quietly, using her shirt sleeve to dry her eyes. She watched him as he stood there, looking at her, or through her, she wasn't sure.
"Listen kid, whether I tell you I'm here because the Genecops are after me or because it's been three weeks and I was just checking up on you, does it matter? Curiosity has obviously won out over fear. Or maybe it's the loneliness? You gonna let me in or not?" He stood in the doorway, foot tapping on the concrete and arms crossed. He knew he would win her over. After all, she had no one to tell her he was bad news. Slowly, she moved aside and he strode past her, feathery jacket whipping around his ankles and his boots making unnecessary thunks on the hardwood floor. Shilo closed the door behind him and slid the deadbolt into place. Then, she turned to face him.
"Okay, I let you in. Will you tell me your real name now?" Her voice was so soft he could hardly tell she had even said a word. He didn't stop. She asked him again. As he kept walking further into the house, ignoring her questions, he heard a steady beat form behind him and a smirk formed on his lips. He swing around at the last moment and Shilo ran head first into his stomach, her tiny fists beating into his chest and arms. She had fresh tears running down her cheeks and he grabbed her shoulder.
"Shit, kid. Calm yourself. I was just going to grab a seat in the living room," he said kneeling down to her height. He didn't expect what happened next, but as Shilo fell into him, her arms coming around his back and locking in place, he had no choice but to let her think he was holding her to help her grieve.
"You're the only person I have now! You're the only one who hasn't died, or wanted me dead," she managed to say in between sobs. He didn't reply, he just let her continue, though when she quieted down, at least enough so that her body stopped shaking, he brought his hand up to the small of her back. From the other room, the tea kettle shrieked and Graverobber jerked his hand to his ear. "Shit, I forgot about the kettle!" Shilo spat and broke from Graverobber's 'hug' and rushed for the kitchen, leaving him kneeling and shaking his head. Thankfully, the whistling stopped and he stood, smoothing out his perpetually wrinkled shirt. He moved to the nearest chair, a dark gray high-back that rested opposite the huge fireplace. He took the time to examine the room, noting the eerie pantings on the wall, the boring wallpaper and the heat from the fire. Before he could zone out from staring into the flames, he heard Shilo's footsteps and the clanking of cups. "I figured you would like some tea," she said as she rounded the chair, holding a cup of dark colored steaming water out to him. He took it slowly and watched her as she took a seat on the couch to his right. They each sipped for a few minutes before he broke the silence.
"Listen, kid, I know you've gone through a lot. I mean, not that we all haven't but you're young. All alone, and I want to help," he flashed her a smile and she sat there, attentive and looking at him with her dark eyes. He took her silence as a chance to bait her. "You know, I have no one else now either. Amber has control of Geneco so she gets her fix in the comfort of her own home and a hit has been up out on my head for being as good of a 'Robber as I am. If you can let me crash here after my rounds are over, I'll keep an eye out for you. What d'ya say?" He sat back and waited for her reply.
"Only if you tell me what I can call you. Graverobber is nice and all but it's a little distinct," she said taking a sip of her tea.
"My name is Gabriel. And if you ever tell anyone, I'll turn you into a pin cushion filled with Z," he hissed at her through his teeth, eyes darting from her to the picture of her mother above the mantle."All right, Z it is. You can have the spare bedroom. But I have one other question," she said sliding off the couch to walk towards him. "What's that, kid?" his voice dropped to a near growl.
"Do you know how to make pasta?"