Caira had followed a grieving, grumpy Hyde back to his room, stating it was for "comforting" reasons. For the most part of the evening the two sat silently, not really making much contact. Caira stared back at the last place she'd seen the blitzer in the room- the wall where she'd sat against, it felt rather empty with the lack of gurgling from the creature now, even if it hadn't been around long. She stared back at Hyde, who sat hunched forward on the sofa next to her, staring at a blank TV screen.

"Hyde... Can I use your bathroom? Like.. To take a bath, you know..."

"Go." Hyde sighed, waving a hand to dismiss her. She pouted, pitying him.

"Thanks Hyde..." She murmured back, wandering off into the bathroom.

Caira ran the water into the tub, she noted the amount of candles melted onto the tub, still with plenty to burn. She rubbed her chin, looking around in the cupboards while the water ran, there just had to be something in here to light the candles, otherwise she'd be a little concerned, considering this was Hyde's place.

"A-ha.."

Naturally, anything that made fire could be found scattered around his little home- a small box of matches was thrown at the back of the cupboard. She pushed the box open to find a mix of struck and non-struck matches, it was a little weird that someone would keep used matches, but she couldn't really care. She'd found a small bottle of bubblebath in the back too, unopened, it'd probably laid there before the hunters were here- may as well make use of it. She poured the contents of the bottle into the tub, bubbles forming as the water from the taps hit the water in the tub. She lit the candles that gave off a peculiar quiet crackling noise, yet, it was pleasant.

Within minutes, the tub was full and frothy. Caira slipped into the steaming water, shuddering at the heat, her body adjusting to the temperature of the water. The day had been extremely rough on her, so much had happened today, a good soak was just what she needed.

Caira's eyes were closed, her body relaxed around the candle-lit bath. The bubbles surrounding her face blocked most of her hearing, fizzling around her. Most of the bubbles had already fizzled away, she'd been there for a good 15 minutes by now, it was no wonder. The bathroom door creaked open, Hyde's weight pulling through the doorway.
Zzzip.
Caira splashed in the water, throwing herself forward with a yelp.
"Hyde?! Really?!"
Hyde turned his head over his shoulder, the rest of him still facing the toilet.
"What? Can't a man take a piss?" He groaned. His eye was red and puffy, his voice sounding tired and irate.
"Bathroom, private place, naked?!" Caira squealed, laying on her stomach in the bathtub to hide herself."
Hyde groaned even louder, slamming the toilet lid shut, before storming out the door.
"Doesn't matter in the bed does it?! Bloody women!" He yelled after her as he left the bathroom.

Caira's eyebrows raised, lower eyelids too. She clambered out of the tub, grabbing a big fluffy towel to wrap around her body and dry herself off. She held her arms tightly to her chest, as she appeared in the main quarter of Hyde's room. He sat there munching from a bowl of salted chips, watching a repeat of one of the Griffin Hallsey cartoons- The Orion Terrorsaur. Caira sat down on the sofa beside him, looking back at him and the TV. He stared back at her, eye narrowing.

"Get that wet towel off my bloody couch." He grunted. Caira looked at him, dropping the towel as she stood up, still staring at him with a stone face. She sat down slowly, her head turning back to the TV. Hyde shook his head, pushing her slightly.

"Put something on for fucks sake..." He growled, not in the mood for her joking around. Caira frowned, sighing as she tiptoed quickly across the room, slinging the quilt from his bed around her body, wrapping herself up like a living burrito, planting herself back on the couch, huddling up next to Hyde, looking up with big puppy-like eyes.

Hyde's own eye rolled, frowning. "What, Caira.". He turned to face the TV again, munching away. Her facial expression dropped into that of a disappointed one.

"Hyde... I'm sorry for today... Really, I-"

"Piss off." He grunted.

Caira sniffled, wrapping her arms around his back and chest. "I wanted to help... It was impossible." she choked up, rubbing her eyes and letting a long sigh out. "I'm sorry-"

"Caira, just drop it. I'll be 'right." He sighed, scratching his nose, looking down at her. "Alright, what do you bloody want, then?"

Caira stared up at him, only the light of the television hitting their faces, her pupils were big, straining in the light.

"I just want you to be alright." She stated. He looked at her, pulling a grin.

"Am I ever alright?" Hyde ruffled her hair, Caira's face scrunched up at his action, arms still wrapped around him, the front of her body exposed, pushed up against his, the blanket covering her back. Caira leant her face against Hyde's chest, listening to his heartbeat. It thumped at a regular pace at first, she nuzzled against him, the pattern changing, quicker, heavier. She didn't bother to look up, she'd already gotten his attention, so to speak. Hyde's arm sat itself around her back, resting on her shoulder. The other rested on the arm of the sofa, head in his hand. Caira's hand moved up near her head, fingers twiddling at his chest, fiddling with his chest hair. Hyde grumbled a little, poking her forehead.

"Bugger off."

"Whaaaaat?" She looked up at him.

"I bloody mean it, pack it in."

Silence fell, the air was awkward. Seconds felt like minutes, minutes, like hours. Caira felt an urge to go crazy, but there was just something in the air stopping her. She threw the blanket over herself entirely, covering Hyde's body in the process. Hyde grumbled as he could feel her squirming around like a worm, he could only think that she was trying to make herself comfortable, acting the clown again.

"Can you bloody stop-"

His face lit up like a beacon. He lifted the blanket in surprise, staring down at a curious Caira who had been trying to get past those pesky trousers. His face still beaming, he hissed.

"Fucking don't."

"..Why?"

"Because we're in enough shit as it is, fuckin' 'ell."

"Don't care."

Caira pulled the blanket back over herself, her hands grabby, one holding the blanket down so he couldn't pull it back, the other fiddling at his trousers awkwardly, knocking and stroking around the area. Hyde growled, his hands grasping at the sofa's cushions. He shook his head, throwing one leg over the other, blocking Caira out.

"Move." Caira muttered, her hands squeezing their way between his locked legs, trying to pry them open.

"No." Hyde grunted stubbornly, his feelings resisting- his body not, he could already feel his body warming up to Caira struggling to break through. It was apparent that if he didn't want her to toy with him, he would have thrown her off him by now.

"Pack it in, I'm bloody serious." He grunted as believable as he could.

"No, you're not." Caira's hand locked between two legs, squirming and prodding at his crotch.

"I'm not 'aving you make a soft arse outta me."

"That wasn't my intention. Let me."

"N- Fuck, fine." Hyde rolled his eye, trying to act like he didn't want this at all, his body tense and stiff, he let his legs back into a position where Caira was able to do what she wanted.

Caira scrambled to tear away at his trousers, delving for his crotch. He groaned quietly as her hand pushed against the fabric, grasping and rubbing him firmly.

Caira pulled his trousers and boxer shorts away, baring the skin. Her hand stroked against him, his teeth bared as he stared, focused on the wall infront of him.

"Changed me mind. Leave me a-"

Hyde's face lit up again, as red as his socks. A gasp escaped his open mouth, a warm, wet feeling surrounded the tip of his length. Caira sucked gently, pulling some strange faces under the blanket. It was strange, tasted funny- not that she minded much. The thought had been swirling in her head now for a while, she'd been curious as to what it was like, how one would react. Hyde shook his head, growling. He threw Caira away from him, snarling.

"I fuckin' changed me mind. Get dressed an' get out."

Caira narrowed her eyes at him, irritated. She kept the blanket to herself, wrapping it around her, storming out the door.

Hyde grumbled as he zipped up, grabbing the bowl of chips, taking a handful and stuffing his face. He looked at the doorway for a second, unsure if Caira was going to come back.

She wasn't. And she had his blanket. Hyde shot up from the sofa, running out of the door and down the hallway. "That's my bloody blanket! Get yer arse back here now!" He yelled as he chased her down, barging past Hank and Mags, to which they stared at eachother, confused.

"The hell's with the big guy?" Hank grunted.

Maggie stared at Hyde who was running down the hallway. She chased after him, not saying a word. Hank stared at the pair curiously, shrugging, puffing away at his cigar.