He nods and pours some water into a glass and walks it to him. "Thank you." He says softly, walking back into the kitchen to set out food for Glitch. He barks happily and starts to eat. He laughs softly and looks at the ground, before motioning to the living room, "Please… sit…" he says softly, grabbing some water for himself.
Thatcher took the water from Halo, giving a brief thanks before stepping into the living room. He looked around the room for a moment before taking a seat on the edge of a sofa, the position slightly awkward looking considering how long his legs were. He sipped at his water slowly, glancing up at the ceiling.
Halo releases a small sigh and joins Thatcher in the living room. "D-do you need a place to stay?" He asks quietly. "I have an extra room upstairs if you need it." he says, taking a sip from his water.
“I don’t need sleep. I will watch over you- inside or outside of your bedroom. Whichever is preferred,” Thatcher answered, straightening his posture and turning his head to look at Halo. Sleep seemed like a way to waste time to him. He would much rather be doing something useful than shutting his eyes for hours on end.
"uh… I'm fine with either… I normally sleep with my door open." He asks quietly. He pets Glitch gently and sighs softly, shaking his head.
Thatcher gave a nod in response, running a hand through his hair before taking a quick sip of water. “I will wait outside of the bedroom, then,” he said, more to himself than to Halo.
Glitch barks a little bit, hopping off Halo's lap and trots towards the door, pawing at it a little bit. Halo lets him out and leans against the door, sighing softly. He takes a sip of water before walking back into the room. He hums softly, smiling quietly.
Thatcher’s eyes followed Halo as he walked, like he was studying the angel. “Shouldn’t you do something about your injuries?” He questioned when Halo walked back into room, gaze trained on the other’s injured wings.
He smiles softly, "They'll heal on their own." he says quietly. He hums, relaxing a little as he walks into the kitchen placing his cup in the sink. He hums softly, returning to the living room and sitting down. He sighs quietly and leans his head back.
Thatcher still continued to frown at that, but nodded his head slowly. He went back to watching Halo in silence for a few minutes before speaking again. “You seem.. off,” he said.
"Mmm? Just a little tired." He says softly, looking up at the other, "I can assure you, I'm okay." he smiles sweetly and shakes his head to wake himself up. He runs a hand through his hair and looks towards Thatcher, his eyes curious, but also very, very nervous.
“Why don’t you try to sleep, then?” Thatcher suggested, a brow arching slightly. He still had his constant emotionless expression on his face, but bits of emotion could be hinted at in his eyes as he spoke to Halo.
Halo shrugs, "I mean, I could, but… what would you do while I slept?" he asks, tilting his head. He folds his hands across his lap. He looked so… innocent and curious. His wings casually wrap around him.
“I already said before. I can watch over you. The hunters will probably be searching for you more now because their leader is dead. I will need to be alert,” Thatcher responded, glancing Halo over. Halo did seem like a very innocent soul, someone who wasn’t used to this sort of violence and pain.
Halo nods, gulping softly. "O-oh… Okay…" He says softly, his eyes going down cast. He was so nervous and scared. He takes a small breath and allows himself to calm down.
“You should go to bed and rest,” Thatcher suggested. He could see the upset on Halo’s face, and it made him frown. He didn’t think innocence should have to suffer in such a way that Halo has. “But first..” he started, slipping out the paper and pen. “If you write something such as ‘intruders’ on here, then I can handle if anyone tries to come in here. If not, then I cannot do anything to protect you.”
Halo looks up and nods, taking the paper. In small, curvy handwriting he writes, 'Intruders'. He places the piece of paper in the others hands before walking towards his room. "Goodnight." he says softly, walking up the stairs and disappearing from sight.
Thatcher glanced over the writing, nodding his head and grunting in response to the ‘goodnight’ from Halo. He stuffed the paper and pen back into the inside pocket of his trench coat. He gave a soft sigh, running a hand through his hair before leaning back on the sofa.
Happy curls up in bed, wrapping his wings around himself and sighs softly, shutting his eyes as he tries to focus and relax it was easier tonight than any other night since he knew he was being protected by Thatcher.
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It was bright and early the next morning, and Thatcher seemed to be in the exact same spot as the night before. He had gotten up, just to wander around the home and check on Halo once or twice, but that was it. It was boring, yes, but there wasn’t much he could do.
Halo yawns softly, waking from his peaceful slumber. He crawls out of bed and stretched his wings. "Ngh… I hate mornings…" He mutters. He stretches and sighs softly.
Thatcher stood up, pacing over to a window to stretch his legs. He peered out, squinting at the outside. There hadn’t been anyone at the house that night. Even if anyone did come near the house, he was sure that Nike was nearby and that she would have most likely ripped them apart.
Halo walks down the stairs quietly, humming quietly to himself. He starts making some coffee, rubbing his eyes tiredly. His wings flutter a little, and he stretches a little bit. He had gotten a lot of sleep last night. He had been at ease for the first time in months.
Thatcher heard movement, and he turned around on his heel to find the source. He spotted Halo, who seemed to have just woken up. He pursed his lips, making his way into the kitchen with quiet steps. “You look rested,” he spoke up, lingering towards the entry way.
Halo jumps, dropping his cup. He looks down and shakes his head, quickly scurrying to clean up the glass with trembling fingers. His eyes look up. "O-oh good morning!" He calls nervously, smiling a little. Thatcher had surprised him, no doubt about that. He gulps softly and finishes picking up the glass shard.
“Sorry for scaring you,” Thatcher said, stepping over to Halo. He held out an open palm towards Halo. “I can take the glass so you don’t cut yourself,” he told Halo. The glass looked sharp, and Halo had fragile looking hands.
"It's okay! It happens." He says softly. He looks at the other and smiles. "N-no need. I have most of it." He says, smiling a little. His eyes shooting down cast and he carefully picks up the rest of the glass and throws it away.
Thatcher nodded his head, taking a step back. He leaned against a counter, watching Halo closely. “Did you sleep well?” He asked, a brow arching as he glanced Halo up and down.