Later that night when the house was quiet, Modo lay in his bed wide awake listening to the sounds of Vinny's snoring coming from down the hall and going over the events of the day. As usual, Throttle's room was as silent as a grave. Modo wondered if she was actually sleeping in the room or perhaps sneaking out after everyone suppossedly went to sleep.
He doubted that she would have snuck out tonight if that was true due to the fact that she had been out cold after her lessons again when he had put her to bed. He rolled over and closed his eyes and tried to drift off when he heard the faint sound of his bedroom door opening.
Thinking it was Vinny he automatically rolled over and grabbed the small cup of water that he kept on his bedside table and held it out to the small figure half cloaked in shadows.
"Here Vin. You can drink this but then you go back to bed." Modo said softly as the figure crept a little bit closer until he saw pale brown fur. Modo's brows furrowed as he vaguely made out Throttle's form standing just a few feet away from him.
"Throttle? Sweetheart what's wrong?" Modo asked in an alarmed tone as he quickly sat up. Throttle hesitated for a second then moved the remaining distance to his bed then slowly, as if she were afraid he'd lash out with his tail or his leg, crawled onto his bed. He felt one small hand fumble around until she located his tail then placed the same hand on his leg, close to his upper thigh as if she were trying to hold it down.
And he felt a strange tightness in his chest. Today's events must have affected her more than he had thought considering that she hadn't looked or acted worried or scared before. But then she never looked or acted worried or scared.
Throttle worked her way up the bed to where he was sitting and put a hand against his chest and pushed. He didn't budge an inch. He was too curious about what she was doing to even bother moving.
She pushed against his chest again and he blinked at her as she got a frustrated look and rasped in a low husky sounding voice, "Lay down." He blinked again, this time in shock before grabbing her by the waist and laughing in a low tone.
"Hey, you just spoke! Say something else!" He said excitedly as he lifted her up into the air over his head. She flushed under her fur and flattened her ears back against her head and gave him a narrow eyed look.
She hadn't wanted to speak in the first place but he hadn't been cooperating with her when she pushed against his chest. And she certainly didn't like being hoisted into the air like she was at the moment. The tip of her tail twitched in irritation and she gripped the fur of his wrists and tried to supress the tremor that ran along her spine.
Modo noticed the tremor and automatically lowered her so that she was straddling his lap and let his hands fall away from her waist. If she was scared of something then he should be more aware of what he was doing. Especially since the slightest error could cause her undue distress. "I'm sorry Throttle-" Modo said gently as he lifted a hand to thread through her hair.
Letting the silken strands slip from between his fingers so that they fell back into place around her face, nape and shoulders. "Lay down." Throttle said again, her tone a tad bit impatient this time. Modo hesitated for a second then scooted himself over a bit and lay back down. Allowing Throttle to slip from his lap and flop down on the bed beside him where she curled up on her side against him and huffed softly.
"The incident today rattled you huh." It wasn't so much a question as it was a musing to himself. Throttle didn't say anything. But then again she didn't have too. Modo knew more than anyone that she would never admit to being scared. Her impassive, cool and calm demeanor was a constant source of awe to him and Vinny and their mother.
Still it didn't help him wondering why she had decided to climb into bed with him since she never had before. So it was pretty easy to assume that she had been rattled. Or was at the very least upset despite the fact that she showed no outward signs of feeling anything.
He drew the thin blanket on his bed up over her shoulders and placed his hand on her side as he rested his head on his other arm since she had snatched his pillow from him around the time she'd flopped down and got comfortable.
He could feel Throttle's stready shallow breathing and smiled in the dark. This girl... She would drive a saint mad. He mused as he closed his eyes and let himself drift off.