It seemed like an eternity before Malik mentally kicked himself and leaned over to retrieve the sheet from where it had fallen on the floor. "You okay?" he asked as he tossed the thin cloth over the trembling boy.
Soundlessly, the boy covered himself, curling up in the thin protection of the cloth as he looked at the Egyptian, brown eyes still fearful.
Malik's internal litany of curses continued. He toyed with the Rod in his hand, debating his next move. He could always dive into the boy's mind and---
No, he decided. He'd save that for a last resort. For some reason, the idea of using the power of the Rod on the fragile looking boy when he was at his most vulnerable didn't sit right with him...
Giving a sigh, he rose from the bed, picking up his clothing and dressing himself quickly. "Tell you what, I'll go make you some tea, you get dressed, and then we'll talk, okay?" He didn't wait for a reply as he exited, not really expecting one.
Hopefully the boy would feel better once he dressed, Malik mused as he entered the small kitchen area of the boat he had been living in the past few days, unsure why he even cared about the Psychopaths host's well being. He hadn't cared when the boy had collapsed of the docks, utterly incapacitated by the wound the psychopath and inflicted on the shared body. He had even chuckled, reflecting how soft the host's life must be that such a simple wound caused that much anguish.
The blond Egyptian frowned slightly. Shaking his head he reached for the tea pot. The psychopath would probably be back by the time the tea was ready anyway, he decided. Then they would iron out the details of their plan and set it in motion.
He smiled darkly as he poured the tea in a mug and headed back to the bedroom with it.
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Note: Gah. That's not even a chapter. *feels bad*
Soundlessly, the boy covered himself, curling up in the thin protection of the cloth as he looked at the Egyptian, brown eyes still fearful.
Malik's internal litany of curses continued. He toyed with the Rod in his hand, debating his next move. He could always dive into the boy's mind and---
No, he decided. He'd save that for a last resort. For some reason, the idea of using the power of the Rod on the fragile looking boy when he was at his most vulnerable didn't sit right with him...
Giving a sigh, he rose from the bed, picking up his clothing and dressing himself quickly. "Tell you what, I'll go make you some tea, you get dressed, and then we'll talk, okay?" He didn't wait for a reply as he exited, not really expecting one.
Hopefully the boy would feel better once he dressed, Malik mused as he entered the small kitchen area of the boat he had been living in the past few days, unsure why he even cared about the Psychopaths host's well being. He hadn't cared when the boy had collapsed of the docks, utterly incapacitated by the wound the psychopath and inflicted on the shared body. He had even chuckled, reflecting how soft the host's life must be that such a simple wound caused that much anguish.
The blond Egyptian frowned slightly. Shaking his head he reached for the tea pot. The psychopath would probably be back by the time the tea was ready anyway, he decided. Then they would iron out the details of their plan and set it in motion.
He smiled darkly as he poured the tea in a mug and headed back to the bedroom with it.
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Note: Gah. That's not even a chapter. *feels bad*
