"Yes," Jack said shortly. He straightened violently, back slamming against the seat with a loud exhale. "Okay! Leave it. I'll get us back and then collapse into my bed and dream of anything but aliens and car accidents and big bosses."
He turned the key in the ignition and clumsily backed out of the parking spot, taking off into the darkened streets at a reasonable speed. The green dashboard clock read nearly 1 am and only a handful of lights were still on.
"Fine. Everything hurts. I'll sleep it off."
He drove in sullen silence, ribs and newly stitched cuts aching with each movement. Eventually the multicoloured store fronts melted away and he pulled into a residential street, towards a squat building with dark windows. A button and a card later the car is tucked into its spot, Jack rolling himself out of the car with a groan.
"Let's go, man," he says on an exhale, wincing.
Kyrios remained silent, simply listening, but paying a little more attention to his surroundings. The buildings here looked so bright. Perhaps if it was just one building or two, it wouldn’t strike him as unusual, but here, it was almost every single one. When the lights became less prevalent, and the car began to slow, Kyrios assumed they were arriving at the destination.
He still wasn’t used to how the car moved.
“Alright,” Kyrios replied. He sometimes forgot that most humans weren’t like him - that they didn’t heal like him. It was likely Kyrios would be feeling even better from a night’s sleep, while…well, if Kyrios knew anything about humans, it was often that the day after their injury was usually the worst.
Kyrios stepped out of the car, then looked in direction of the trunk. “I can get my things from the trunk?” He asked. His axe and armour was still in there.
Too tired to offer a reaction, Jack examined his car keys before clicking on the trunk open button. Leaning against a wall he purposefully evened out his breathing, eyes shut, hyperaware of every injury and every brush of the fabric on his skin. Then, finally, a blurry sensation swam to the forefront of his mind.
He was hungry.
He let is head roll to the side so he could look at Kyrios circling to the back of the car. "You hungry?" he called weakly.
((Sorry! Life’s been a little bit difficult lately, but I’m doing better.))
Pulling back to the storage compartment, Kyrios pulled his things from it - axe and armour. Carrying these things would leave him a bit more vulnerable to attack. But considering Kyrios felt no sense of worry, he was certain he’d be fine. Even then, dropping his armour to attack probably wouldn’t hurt.
“Hmm…” Kyrios stepped back from the trunk. “Sure.” He glanced around. His night vision was slightly better than the average human, although it was an emphasis on slight. His eyes scanned the area - even if his response was relaxed, there was a sort of tenseness to his stare. He had reason to be; used to the idea of foes lurking in the dark. But once he was certain there wasn’t anything to be alarmed of, he blinked, and stopped his scanning.
“Sure,” he repeated, a little more focused now. “What is there to eat?”
