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Sonia sauntered her way over to the bed, looking down at Joe with an expression of puzzlement. She let her weight drop and kneel down over the bed at his feet before placing her hands in front and slowly crawling her way face to face with him. While the smell of alcohol emanating from him consumed her senses, she still smiled down at him, running a hand over his cheek.

"What's the occasion, love?" She asked sweetly, her voice surprisingly lacking in any sort of malice but of actual concern. Slowly, her smile faded, becoming a frown as her expression caught up to match with the tone of voice. "Joe...? What's wrong? I've never seen you drink yourself stupid like this, even with Edwin..."

She planted a small kiss on his lips and her her hand stroke his cheek gently. Her blood red eyes fixated on his own, trying to work out why he had worked himself into a drunken stupor. Something nagged at her about this being all wrong. Things were definitely amiss, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what exactly.

"Edwin is..." Sonia paused and sighed. She leaned down again and kissed him on the forehead. The concern and worry was clear on her face while she stared down at him, remaining quiet for some time. "What do you mean why am I here? I just had a night out is all..."

Sliding over to his left, she rest a hand over his chest for a moment before bringing it up to his cheek, gently turning his head to face her. She let off a smile of encouragement, unsure of what to do or say really. This wasn't like Joe, if he wanted to go out drinking, he would have accepted her offer or the very least mentioned it before he left.

He didn't look like he'd been out at all. He either would have brought someone home or would be at that someone's place. Through the alcohol, she could smell the aroma of other women, one of them somewhat familiar. However, from all indications, it didn't seem like he was involved.

"My poor little Joe... What's got you all upset?" She finally asked, already sensing the confusion on his face and fear of something she couldn't quite place.

"Of course it's me." Sonia stated bluntly. She lifted herself up slightly and rest on her elbow while she looked on at Joe in his state. This whole thing seemed strange, well, stranger than normal. She was concerned for his welfare, but something didn't sit well with her on a confirmation to verify who she was.

"Who's Domina?" She spoke up again, genuine concern echoing in her voice while she asked. To her it sounded like he'd found a girl for the night that was good enough to remember the name. The only problem being that she was the only one present. She was sure she hadn't picked up any women as of late worth remembering names.

"Did someone spike your drink?" She asked, right before looking over to the empty bottle he'd dropped on the carpet. A sigh escaped her and she shifted back in closer to wrap her arms around him. She planted gentle kiss on his shoulder and leaned over a bit to place her chin on it before absentmindedly toying with the ring on her hand.

"No, you're not dreaming, you're tripping..." Sonia answered straight. She frowned as he stiffened up and pulled away slightly when he in not so many ways admitted to taking whatever drugs he was on voluntarily. Neither of the pair were strangers to anything, but he seemed a little more conservative when it came to it.

"Hey... It's me, Sonia." She reassured, her tone low to almost a whisper to keep him calm. Shifting over again, she slid herself over back in front of the guy, saddling herself on his lap. Her hand held to the side of his shoulder, letting her thumb run up and down it gently while she ran the other across his cheek and through his hair.

"You know, your fiancée?" The question popped up and she raised her hand up in front of his face, the palm facing herself to show off the sparkling, yet somewhat plain ring. "What's got you so wound up?"

"Okay, it's a bad trip..." Her brow came down and she slid a hand across his face so she could hold him by his cheeks and keep his focus on her. Something about Joe seemed entirely wrong, he was never scared of anything. She was aware of his encounter with horrors worse than hell and that he'd live with it on a constant basis. That kind of thing tended to desensitise you to everything else.

"Listen to me, everything's okay, you're in bed, you've got me here and you've just had a bit too much drugs." Sonia tried to reassure him. It was at this point he decided to admit what he was afraid of. Her eyes widened for a moment and she pulled away from him slightly. "Dammit Joe, snap out of it!"

Her right hand flashed forward on an impact course with the side of his face. On collision, it would hum out a slight metallic thud. A reminder of her synthetic limb that had grown into the rest of her somehow. After the swing, she pushed forward in order to pin him on the bed, an action which would seem hostile right up until a blanket came up on him.

"I'd never kill you, you hear!?" She almost yelled in his face, applying pressure to keep him pinned a bit more before she lay back down next to him. Wrapping an arm over his chest, she pulled herself closer and landed a kiss on his cheek before bring her voice to almost a whisper. "Get some rest, okay?"

Sonia smiled when he agreed with her point, content that he was seeing some reason to this hazy madness he seemed to be in. She released her hand off him and ran it over his face again, back through his hair. Her eyes closed slightly and she smiled. Joe was stubborn, it never ceased to amuse her that it took a good solid hit or two to calm him down.

At the mention of her leaving him for dead, her smile faded almost instantly. Her eyes opened up again and staring at him with an obvious frown to show the apparent hurt in them. She sat up quickly, pulling away from his kiss and glared down at him almost as if she was angered by something. The glaze in her eyes showing off a slightly different emotion than resentment.

"You still blame me for it..." She muttered, almost unable to form the words into something coherent. With that, she turned away from him, sitting over the bed. A single tear trailed down her face before she buried it in her hands. Slowly, her quiet sobs grew as she burst into tears. The guilt she felt about his death was one she never seemed to get over. Regardless of him being back, all the torture or pain she had been inflicted with in her life paled in comparison to the words of blame he spoke.

Sonia continued crying while he mustered up his thoughts into something coherent enough to be recognised as actual words. She wasn't only hurt by his statement, but surprised as well. He'd given her reassurance that he had forgiven her for her hand in his death, but under the influence of drugs, he had blurted out what he really felt. Joe had flat out lied to her.

"YOU KILLED MY PARENTS!" She spun around and yelled at him suddenly before he could even finish his sentence. Here was the man who hired her would be assassins that killed her family instead of her, leaving a trail to track him down with afterwards. She had forgiven him long ago for this, understood the circumstances and yet he showed no remorse, hypocritically resenting her for his own death.

On the mention of the woman rewarding her for a 'job', Sonia snapped. She took a fist to his gut and jumped on top of him in order to pin him back on the bed. Placing a hand over his throat, while she glared eye to eye. Her eyes were wide open, red from crying and tears streaked her face. What she showed was more along the lines of anger than anything else.

"You can blame me all you want, Joe. But if you start blaming Jodie for letting you die, I'll kill you myself." She spoke calmly with a sort of edge to her voice similar to a razor blade. If her voice held any sort of power, it would be breaking skin.

((*reserves for a post when she thinks of one* o_o; ))

Arioch's flight was shorter then one would normally expect. Of course he was still in an emotional turmoil, so his flight was passed by in half the time simply because he wasn't aware of his surroundings...He just followed the silent demand for help....a voice he knew too well..

Landing before the door, Arioch simply let himself inside the incubus' house. The expression on Arioch's face was blank, nothing on it not even his eyes showed feeling. It was like he was on autopilot, the one thing being Joe who needed him...

It wasn't so much as love Arioch had for the damn demon that tended to drive him up the wall...it was more then that...obsession...addiction...

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