Author's note: Another new fic! Inspired by the cold weather around here, brrrr... I hope you all like it :)
Summary: David tries to clear his mind after the Paladins have paid Millie a visit.
7/100: Cold
"What are you doing here?"
I don't have to look up to know whose voice it is that spoke to me.
"They killed her because of me, Griffin, because of me!" At the words I quickly glance over my shoulder, throwing an angry look towards the brunette as if all of it was his fault. And somehow I believe it is. "I went over there just a few hours before they found her, killed in her own apartment! They must have followed me there. But why her? What had she done wrong besides ever having met me?"
At this point my voice rose slightly and I must nearly sound pleading. The look I receive from Griffin is one I cannot really decipher. It's like he feels bad for me, yet at the same time is he scolding me and blaming me, perhaps even wanting to comfort me. However, before I finish reading him he changes his expression and takes a small step forward.
"It's freezing here. Do you really want to freeze to death?"
I only roll my eyes at his words and stare in front of me once more. It isn't that cold here and somehow the snowy landscape gives me a false sense of security I can't seem to get anywhere else.
"How long have you already been sitting here?" I shrug, I don't know. "Come back to the lair with me, David." As I don't respond, the brunette stays silent for a while.
"Do you think Millie would have wanted you to do this?"
At the mention of her name I look up. Never before has he used her name, it has always been 'girlfriend' or 'Molly' or some other stupid variation of her name, but never her actual name.
"Don't be a fool by staying here David, it won't help anyone. Come back, please."
This too makes me look up in wonder. Griffin never pleads, least of all to me. Have I really done something so terrible that he is willing to give up on his pride and dislike of Millie? I glance backwards, trying to meet Griffin's blue eyes, but he's unwilling to meet my gaze. Slowly I stand up from my spot on the snowy bench and stop to stand next to the slightly shorter male. A shiver goes down my body as my blood finally pulses through my veins again and instantly I feel goose bumps appear on my arms and neck.
From the corner of his eye Griffin must have seen it, for the beginning of a smile tugs on the corners of his lips. I grab a hand that feels like solid fire.
"Let's go home," I mutter and I close my eyes as we Jump back to the warm lair. Perhaps Griffin is right and I will not achieve anything by moping around for her in a cold place. She surely wouldn't approve of it, I knew that much.
I pull the blanket closer around me, hoping to find some warmth again. It still hurts to know she's gone, but it will get better. I don't know how or when, but at least I have Griffin to stop me from doing more ridiculous things.
