Nevada knew him so well. He beat around the bush a lot to avoid committing to a decision, and she knew that. He was always afraid any decision he came to would be wrong, landing him in something he may not be able to break free of. Like punishment. A lesson hard learned growing up, and in Death.
He smiled again if only briefly, a shy smile as always, and lightly bumped his shoulder with hers. "Thanks.. you're probably right." He murmured softly. Being marked was only bad because Otto was so scared of the unknown. It was one of the things that made the dark so terrifying.
"You kiddin'?" He gave an amused huff, "You know I can't handle strangers..." Unless Nevada did most of the talking. He'd gladly open up his couch for a week if only to be a good guy in Nevada's eyes. Otherwise, he'd rather be alone in his haven.
