Dean took in her sigh of relief, breathing his own tired sigh as she explained her father’s reasoning for not fighting him.  He still felt guilty that he didn’t lay the first blow on him.  He deserved it, and he was always good for a fight.  What was one more scar?  

When she pulled away from him, just asking him to simply stay with her, he nodded, his eyes a bit confused as to how he would help by simply existing.  He didn’t find himself that calming.  He was chaotic, irrational, and full of rage.  It was the most confusing thing about Mika, was how she seemed so chill.  She seemed like she genuinely enjoyed being near him, despite all of those things.  He hadn’t told her what he did or even the things he had seen and done, yet.  When that conversation came up, he would have a lot to explain, and a lot of things would likely go south for him, quickly.

But he nodded, wiping an odd tear from her face with one of his fingers, “I don’t know that I’m the best cuddler.  I’m a bit…not cuddly.  But I can do my best.”

He gave a small smile, looking into her dark brown eyes as he softened his gaze.  He then glanced down, and glanced back up, the green of his eyes catching the moon that was coming in through the window, “What are you in the mood to watch?  A girl like you? I’m sure you have a chick flick or two to make us cry…”

He laughed softly, standing from the floor after a few moments and crawling onto it, all the way to her pillows, where he flopped down and brought his hands up to rest behind his head.