They ended up staying in the house longer than originally planned. The house itself had been ravaged by looters but some of the neighboring houses had been spared so for a while it became a sort of base of operations. The water was limited for cooking and emergencies only, so if they wanted another bath, they had to try to find another bathtub in one of the other houses. Despite the fact that two of them were (proud) villains, the other two heroes, and one who defied either category, none of them felt the need to separate for long.
Not that any of them hadn't thought of it. Fact was they were fraying on each other's nerves. Malchior and Raven especially. Malchior, for reasons unknown, had decided to keep an eagle eye vigil over her, not that he tried to help her much. Mostly he just made sure she didn't crack her skull open as she tried to re-master the art of standing on her own two feet. Then again, this probably was the most dangerous activity she could really do, and she had come perilously close to giving herself a concussion twice.
"Don't lock your knees," he advised.
"Go away," she hissed, gripping the base board.
"You're going to end up back on the floor again."
"I will not-"
She fell, slumping down against the board. Too proud to ask for help, she tightened her grip, and tried to heft herself back up.
"I warned you," he commented. "Need help, or do you plan on staying like that for the rest of the day?"
"Go to hell."
"Suit yourself," he shrugged, and leaned back in his chair to watch her struggle. After awhile he spoke up. "Oh, for god's sake." He got up, and pulled her off the ground.
"I can do it myself!" she snapped.
He frowned. "Fine." Then he let go. Problem was he had turned her about so she couldn't catch the base board. She flailed out instinctively, and grabbed hold of his shirt. To keep her from yanking him down as well, he reached out, and caught her arms, leaving both of them to find themselves in a precarious position.
Nose to nose, quite literally, they looked surprised at each other, Raven for the fact he had caught her, him for the fact she had latched onto him willingly.
Too close! She thought, fighting the urge to fidget. "Let go," she mumbled.
"Do you want to be back on the floor?" he shot back quietly.
She couldn't give an honest reply to that one. "Malchior…" she started to retort, but her anger got lost, and all she could do was gape back at him.
Awkwardly, he picked her up, and deposited her on the bed.
"We need to leave," she announced, surprising him. "There's nothing left for us here."
He stared at her before finally nodding, understanding her real meaning. He turned and left, for some reason she'd probably never accurately guess, leaving her to flop back on the bed.
There was nothing there for them. And she didn't mean for Melvin, Gizmo, or Terra.