"I'm sorry - did I sleep too long?" James said, finished stretching and trying to force his mind back out of its haze. Dante had jumped at the first noise James made when he woke - it was the first noise in a while, but he had then relaxed upon realization.
"No, you're fine. The sirens haven't gone off, so I suppose it hasn't been too long," Dante replied, then glancing down and pulling up his torn sleeve a bit with a frown. "I don't suppose you know why even watches are broken here..."
The older male rubbed his blue eyes, pushing soiled blonde hair out of his face. He simply shook his head, knowing that very few technology-related items seemed to work here. The ones that did you had to fix yourself, and usually only helped out with a puzzle, but that was just about it. The few clocks that worked weren't accurate, and were grandfather clocks or bolted to the wall or something bizarre. They seemed to wanted people to forget about them, to leave them to collect dust and grime.
"Well, I suppose it's a good thing the sirens haven't gone off. It's miserable when they do, and I always get into a panicky state of mind once they do, even if I previously thought I could handle it," James then said. Dante nodded his agreement, and then stood and walked over to the blonde.
"How's your leg? Here, let me see," the younger male then prompted. James stretched out his leg, grimacing a bit. It was on the mend, but it also had cramped up while he slept, due mostly to the cold. Dante inspected it for a bit, then began to knead out the muscle cramp, feeling a knot in James' leg. This drew an involuntary groan from the blonde, who's face remained in a grimace. "Sorry," Dante mumbled, continuing just as he did before, not being any gentler.
"There. Try that," Dante said after a bit, stepping back. James stretched his leg again, then hesitantly stood. He let a slight and exhausted smile creep onto his face.
"Much better. Thank you again, Dante."
The raven-haired male smiled and nodded, then suggested they take their leave. James agreed, and after unblocking the door, they were soon back out onto the foggy street. Both walking slowly - cautiously - they took their time, gripping their weapons tightly. Most of the monsters were easily avoided - but they were paranoid.
The two earlier monsters, now recognized as Pyramid Head and the Marked Man, were probably just... waiting. Waiting to attack. Waiting for the two humans to fall into their trap.