[Hey there. I know this chapter is short, but i just want to get a little bit of new material out there. I've started writing again, so you can expect some more updates coming. Woo! I'm also going to edit the previous chapters a little bit. I'm afraid the writing is too choppy, plus a lot of typos.]

Mila reached out and cradled Kyle's face between her palms. Kyle blinked slowly and mumbled something that Mila couldn't understand. Instead, she placed her thumbs over his lips and "shushed" him. The ex-detective put his arms out and held Mila tightly. His body was warm. Mila close her eyes and blushed. "Kyle, I…"

The young girl opened her eyes suddenly. The morning sun was leaking in through the ratty Motel curtains. Mila sat up and looked over at Kyle; his back was facing her, and he was clearly still asleep. It was just a dream, Mila realized. The memory of those odd images was still fresh on her mind. Intimacy was still quite unknown to Mila, and her dream was rather unsettling to her. She reached out and poked Kyle in the back, feeling a little embarrassed but also confused. Hyde grunted and slowly turned onto his back. He stretched his arms high above his head and stretched, letting out a loud and unattractive yawn. Mila giggled.

"Oh, what? It's you," Kyle mumbled, looking at the girl with one eye opened. He smacked his lips a few times and then sat up with his back against the wall. The headboard rattled, and Kyle remarked to himself something about the Motel.

"Good morning," Mila chirped. Her blonde hair was tousled. "Um. Did you sleep well?"

"Better than most nights, that's for sure." Kyle said with a little grin.

"Did you have any dreams?" Mila balled her fists onto the bed and held herself up on them.

"Uhhh," Kyle looked at her with a blank stare, then started laughing. "Yeeaah, I think? Why? Haaah."

"Did you dream about me?"

"Okay, okay, I don't like this. What are you talking about?" Kyle suddenly stood up and grabbed his clothes from the floor. He started to get dressed, darting his eyes back at Mila a few times. She looked at him and smiled. She then also stood up and went into the bathroom. "Jesus Christ," Kyle said under his breath, buttoning his shirt up.

The sink turned on a few times, then Mila came out with a wet face. "No towels," she said quietly.

"Bullshit," Kyle quipped. "Check again." Mila stuck out her tongue and popped back into the bathroom. She said, "No towels" once more. Kyle stormed into the bathroom and peered inside swiftly. "Oh. You're right. Well how about that."

"Yeah," Mila chirped. She grabbed Kyle's sleeve and dried her face.

"Watch it. Hey. Hey!" Kyle snapped. "Really?"

Mila looked up at the man and her eyes welled up again. She bit her lower lip and looked at the floor quickly. "I do make you mad." She whimpered.

"This again? No, no." Kyle coaxed. He inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled, and then put his hands on Mila's shoulders gently. "I'm going to tell you this one last time, see? Now you listen and you listen good; you do NOT make me mad. You do NOT inconvenience me. You and I. We have nobody. We just got each other, right? We gotta stick together. Now, I won't let you down and I won't go nowhere, you got that? Now wipe your eyes."

Mila sniffed and looked up at Kyle. "W-with what?" She asked quietly.

Kyle grabbed some toilet paper and bunched it up. "This. Here you go." The girl took it and softly dabbed her eyes and nose. "Feel better?" Kyle asked. "I know your Papa isn't coming back, but I'll be here." He swallowed a lump in his throat, trying to suppress the feelings of fondness building up inside.