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Rohan had taken a seat on his sofa, trying desperately not to hover around the girl, seeing as how he was well aware of the fact people had been hovering around her for days and she hadn't appreciated it. In his attempt to pull his mind away from the girl, he had dragged his gaze away from the bathroom door and was, instead, focusing on the window as he mindlessly ran his hand over Uno's pelt. The cat had taken a seat on his lap and had curled up there rather effortlessly as they waited for Khalla to emerge.

The cat seemed to hear something he could not, however, for he suddenly raised his head and jumped off his lap, padding over to the bathroom door just as it opened. The girl did, in fact, look like utter hell in all honesty, but he was just simply too polite to tell her. That aside, he knew it wasn't something she could really help at the current moment; it wasn't like it bothered him anyhow, given the fact he himself, looked like hell 8 times out of 10. Had this been under different circumstances, he might have felt slightly amused that they seemed to have switched roles for the time being, but seeing as the circumstances were as they were, Rohan simply couldn't pull anything other than concern out of it.

"Alright," a pause as he watched her, frowning slightly, "If you don't feel up for it, I'm pretty sure I can run all of the errands except the dress by myself. I could always come pick you up later if you... don't want to go back to the house," he was pretty sure she would turn down the offer, but... offer he did nonetheless. Pushing himself off the sofa, he walked over to her and took the keys she offered, watching as the black cat wove his body around Khalla's legs restlessly; even the animal had noticed how strangely off-put the girl had been these last few days she'd slept over. Granted, he had no idea what was wrong, but it didn't keep him from offering what comfort he could muster, in the shape of cuddles and heart felt 'meows'.

"I'll drive, then," he told her, mostly because at this point, he didn't really think she wanted to bother with such a task. That said, he grabbed a jacket, his wallet, keys and then opened the front door, waiting for her to come out.

He turned to glance briefly over his shoulder; he'd had time enough to completely assimilate the situation, and as strange as it sounded, he'd slowly fallen into a sort of... routine when it came to Khalla. He made a mental check list which included not hovering, not pitying (at least not openly), and not judging amongst other things. After his brief statement, the first day he'd found her where he'd told her that what had happened was entirely out of her hands, he had made no other remarks, and if he had thoughts about the situation in question, he was keeping them, and his feelings, to himself, apparently.

For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, but then he nodded, as if understanding what she was getting at. As he moved to close the door, he paused when the cat padded over, having followed Khalla much like a dog might have, "Not this way," he murmured, "The balcony, Uno, the balcony," the cat in question tilted his head lazily to one side, looking up at both humans through it's good eye, and then slowly turned around, padding off and into the house. Rohan always wondered if the creature could actually understand him or if it simply had a knack for... coincidental behavior that pointed towards that conclusion.

He then locked up the house and turned, pressing a hand to the hollow of Khalla's back only briefly, almost an unconscious movement to guide her, or perhaps to show her that he was, in fact, still there beside her before moving down the complex stairs that lead to the building's garage, "You know," he said as he descended the stairs, only pausing briefly to look over his shoulder and into her eyes before proceeding, "You don't have to be strong around me. I know that you seem keen on... putting up a front where everyone is concerned," they reached the garage, and he lightly walked towards Khalla's now familiar car, "But I'm not about to question you, your motives or how you feel, Khalla. I'm not going to judge you, and I most certain will not ask you if you are 'fine'," in fact, he was sure that he hadn't really asked her as much since she'd arrived at his home. It might've slipped when he found her at her home, on that first day, but... he'd made sure it wouldn't slip out again, mostly because he knew she wasn't fine. What was the point in asking? Every time someone asked her that, he felt a rather pulling need to grab a book and hit whatever idiot had uttered that question over the head.

"What I'm trying to get at is... that you don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he opened thee car as he spoke, but waited for her to get in before slipping in after her, "And I am not talking about the errands, but rather, in general."

Rohan had noticed her silence, but seeing as how he hadn't really been expecting an answer from her, instead just wanting her to hear him out, he didn't look particularly put off. He caught her eyes over the top of the car before slipping inside, where he pulled the seatbelt on and then worked the keys into the ignition.

He prepared the car, and then turned to place a hand behind her seat, ready to look behind them so he could drive them out of the apartment complex's parking lot. Her words, however, caused him to pause, and his gaze slid over to her, mostly because he hadn't really expected her to address the issue... at least not yet. After all, the girl barely talked about the whole ordeal; not to him, not to anyone, which was in fact, perfectly fine in Rohan's book, seeing as how he had no real experience and thus, no way to offer her more comfort than what he was already offering her.

He remain silent as she spoke, giving her time to convey whatever feelings she was having so much trouble pushing forth. When he thought she finished, he nodded silently, apparently understanding what she was getting at. Perhaps... he did; after all, what she was saying hit really close home, to the point Rohan had chosen to remain quiet, not quite trusting his voice to work properly. He'd been just about ready to begin drive back and out of the parking space when her voice drifted over to him again, this time accompanied by the warmth of her hand on cheek, which caught him, for whatever reason, entirely unprepared. It was true she'd been sleeping in his room for the past few days now, but that was hardly the same. He hadn't really had time to think about her in that way since the park and shortly there after. Those few times where he had (he was only human, and male after all), he'd felt horribly guilty, to the point he'd squashed the notions that had reared their ugly heads without a second's thought.

This time, however, the thought was there, and he did nothing to brush it away. Instead, he merely closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, allowing himself to nuzzle the hand just briefly before pulling away, "So long as that is what you want, then it is perfectly alright, Khalla," what was more interesting to note was that he actually... meant it, "I am not going anywhere," he would had told her that she had him tightly wound up around her little finger, but he figured that if she didn't know that... well, she'd find that out on her own later. That done, he finally pulled the car out of the parking space and drove out into traffic, knowing exactly how to get to her house, thus not needing her directions.

The silence didn't really bother him; Rohan was comfortable enough around Khalla to know when she was drowning in thoughts. He was more than happy to let her contemplate in peace and quiet, for the time being, specially since he knew his way to her house. His gaze did slide over to her every now and again, when the driving permitted it, and each glance only seemed to reaffirm the earlier notion that she was lost in thought, obviously not meaning to ignore him, but simply too overwhelmed by... well, everything, really, to pay him much mind.

When he drove up the familiar driveway and finally stopped, he noticed the fact the girl almost seemed to snap out of her reverie, going as far as having to shake her head. Alas, he was polite enough not to ask where it was she'd been during the whole trip. After all, he more or less knew where she'd been and what she'd been thinking about; he thought it cruel to ask, and rip open fresh wounds by inquiring about it, "We're here," he said unnecessarily as he parked the car and stopped the engine. Unlike her, Rohan didn't bother to linger in the car, and easily stepped out, closing his door and then turning to glance up at the house over the top of the car.

The place, while seemingly mostly unchanged, seemed somewhat different from what he was used to. Idly, he wondered if it had to do with a loss of warmth, or if it was just his imagination acting up. He watched with interest as the girl worked up her courage and finally opened the door, after which he followed her in, turning his head to look around the vacant house; maybe his imagination was overreacting to the situation, but he could have sworn there was a distinct lack of warmth. Perhaps it came from the fact no one was living there now, or perhaps... it was the fact it'd been mostly closed for a few days now. Either way, Rohan couldn't be sure, and seeing as how such thoughts were hardly practical, he did his best to push them to the back of his mind.

"Let's get this over with, then," he said, and then moved past her, reaching out to switch the lights on, "This place seems to be horribly uninviting," that, and he was well aware that she wanted to spend the least time possible within those four walls, "What's on our to-do list after this, by the way?" he'd taken her invitation and was already moving up the stairs.

Had Rohan been able to take a peek into the girl´s mind, he would have probably been torn between feeling pleased she thought so high of him and... distinctively uncomfortable, unsure if he could live up to her expectations of him. He did know that he was doing a good job at offering her the support she needed though, which was enough for him (in all honesty, he wasn't aware what he was doing right though, seeing as how he was still more than slightly awkward when it came to... situations).

Filling the void the house offered with words seemed like the right thing to do, even if he wasn't particularly prone to conversation. The almost cold atmosphere affected him enough to make him slightly nervous, which meant that it was, no doubt, affecting the girl more than she was letting on; awkward conversation seemed like a better idea than gloomy silence, "That shouldn't take too long then, I don't think," he drawled out once he'd climbed up the stairs, "If we work together anyhow," a pause as he pondered something and narrowed his eyes, "I'll take the kitchen then, after we are done with the bigger furniture. You can put sheets over the smaller ones without me while I pack the foods," After all, Rohan was well aware she hadn't wanted to go into the kitchen some days ago. He doubted that the sentiment had changed any, if at all, even now.

When she pulled the stairs down from the ceiling, he hooded his eyes and looked up, seemingly unperturbed as he climbed up to join her. Attics didn't really phase him, specially seeing as how he spent most of his time at school in the deepest, darkest sections of the library, where few students dared to lurk, "This place reminds me of how my study, over at the crystal library... when I first found it," in other words, he actually liked this place, and had this been any other day, or an entirely different situation, he might have asked for permission to go through these old possessions, "This place seems to... have an undesirable effect on you, Khalla," he drawled out as he moved, checking some boxes in search for the blankets, "I find I rather like places like this. You can find treasures stashes away in these old places," his hand moved over the surface of a box just as he paused, "Hmmm..." he moved to his right, where he'd spotted a patch of white.

There, mostly hidden away from view, behind some trinkets, were the sheets they'd been searching for, "It's like a garage sale... only nothing really seems to be on sale here," flea markets and garage sales where things he also rather liked, but then again, he was a strange man, with even stranger tastes, "Right. So then; sheets, food and clothes."