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[b]Los Paraisos: Safe House[/b]
"Urgh! Is that it?"

Moira dumped two massive, heavy boxes on the floor of the small appartment. Most people would struggle to carry one on their own, and she had been carrying one on each shoulder. Not that it really bothered her at all.

"Yes, just those and... yes that one." The petite blonde grasped at her bandaged wrists nervously as Syed placed the much smaller, lighter box on top of the others. Her eyes were constantly locked onto him, watching his every movement warily. Her gaze would only shift when he turned to look directly at her, stepping back as she did so. She couldn't help it.

And Syed was acutely aware of it. He brought his arms around himself self-conciously, letting his eyes unfocus a little as his thoughts drifted. He wanted to try and calm her, but his presence alone put paid to that. He was only really here since Moira's strength was needed to help her move in.

"Um... thank you. And your friends. For everything." The woman said somewhat quietly, biting at her lip. "I... uh..."

"You don't need to thank us," Syed smiled gently as he looked around the room. Nothing but boxes right now, but at least it was safe. "You've got the details for if you want to contact anyone, right?" She nodded. "Remember they're there even if you just want to talk."

She nodded again. "Yes, I have them. Thank you..."

"Well, we'll be off then," Moira waved, turning back to the door. "I got a massive fuckoff headache right now, you know. Feels like my eyeballs are gonna fall out." She'd never admit that it might be partly fueled by alcohol withdrawal. She wasn't touching any more of the poison they passed for alcohol here. Moving on to another place couldn't come fast enough.

"Oh!" The girl nervously fidgeted some more. "Before you go... your friend. He'll... be fine, won't he?"

"Don?" Syed cringed, hunching over a little as he looked out the window. His heart sank at the mention of it. He wanted to believe he'd be fine, he really did. He wished he'd recover and be back to his old self more than anything. But... "we're all praying for him. It's still very touch and go last I heard. He's the sort of guy who doesn't give up, so he's been clinging on so far..."

"He'll be fine," Moira said dismissively with a wave of her hand. "He's too stupid to die. You know how they say don't go into the light and all that? He'd probably get lost trying and end up back with us anyway."

"[i]Moira.[/i]"

"Well, I'll pray for him too. The more people who do the more likely he'll hear, right?" The girl forced a smile gave them a little bow. "Anyway, I have a lot to do, so I'll get moving. Again, thank you." She gave them both another awkward half-nod before closing the door. They could hear the sound of bolts moving shortly after.

"Poor girl," Moira muttered, before heading off to the stairs. "Shit like that don't heal so well."

"I don't think it heals at all..." Syed murmured, shoving his hands in his pockets. He looked pretty upset himself, avoiding looking at Moira completely. She stared at the back of his head for a moment before giving out a loud sigh and following. The pair said nothing more for the rest of the journey to the ground floor. It wasn't until the pair stepped out into the hot sunshine when Moira finally slapped Syed square on the back, causing him to cough and splutter.

"Stop beating yourself up. This ain't the same. You ain't like all the bastards who messed... whatever her name was up."

"Charlotte."

"Yeah, that."

Syed hugged himself again. It took him a moment to finally speak again. "I... really upset Amy though. You didn't see the look she gave me when we woke up. She looked at me like..." he swallowed, taking a deep breath as he looked up to the sky. "It feels like I'm just the same as them. I hurt her, and just because I was too drunk to know what I was doing doesn't excuse it. And I know the day before we were actually getting on pretty well, and just like that I've destroyed everything. Like bloody always."

"Oi! I told you to stop feeling sorry for yourself!" Moira thumped his arm, and he groaned and held it like it was going to fall off or something. "It was an accident. Accidents happen, especially when you get that drunk, and you aren't the only one to blame here." She put her hands behind her head. "I don't think you two would have done anything anyway. I mean, I was there! If anything happened either you two would have been on the floor or I wouldn't have had any clothes on."

"Oh gods Moira no stop I don't want to talk about this anymore," Syed suddenly exclaimed as he flushed furiously, waving his hands frantically about. "It's messed up enough already, and that's not even counting [i]Lisette[/i] being in the room, I don't want thoughts like that on top."

"Well, yeah having someone her age in the room is kind of fucked up. But you gotta admit, Amy's some hot sh-"

"STOP IT!!!" And with that, Syed slapped his hands over his ears. He was done.