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"So you don't want me to touch it?" he asked, feeling a little disappointed. Respecting other's space was very easy for Warren to understand and do. But in this case, his hands were itching to touch that hair. He felt like a child who could barely contain his own curiosity. When told not to do something, he just wanted to do it even more. And now, now he also wanted to know what the rest of Mr. Revnik would feel like. Were those pale hands as cold as before? And how would what lay beneath that coat of his feel? These thoughts and questions were all under pure scientific curiosity, Warren convinced himself.

Just as Warren finished off his hot chocolate, the waitress finally came back with Viktor's tea. The aroma was heavenly."We're sorry for being so slow, but we also figured you guys might've appreciated the prolonged privacy," she smiled widely, showing a set of pearl-like teeth. After setting down Viktor's cup of tea, she placed Warren's mug on her tray seeing as how he'd set it aside. Then the girl slipped a few band-aids from her apron pocket and slid them over to Warren. "For you hands, what a nasty cut!" Suppressing the feeling to fuss over an injuring, no matter how minor, she smiled cheerfully and hurried on. "See ya later, Viktor and um, Viktor's friend!"

Only then did he realize there was drying blood on the back of his hand. When the heck did that happen? How did that happen? There wasn't a single sharp thing near him in the past few hours. And at some point, he'd even spilled that hot chocolate on himself. That was just a few minutes ago... "It seems it might be just a little bit more dangerous than anticipated, but nothing's likely to happen to you." Unless it was his own doing. He dreaded that possibility the most.

Silently, the black haired man used up a few of the anti-bacterial wipes he carried in his pockets, and carefully placed the band-aids on. With all the blood, it didn't look as it did. The cut was one and half inches across, just beneath his knuckles and very shallow. The disturbing part was--other than the fact that it came out of virtually nowhere-- that there were smaller scrapes around it. Two others to be exact. Like something had scratched him. Great, more dejavu.

"I'll be fine. Nothing to worry about," the man murmured sounding so very sure. "...Do you have any cuts?" His voice had taken on an edge at the thought of hurting someone, even someone he just met. It didn't matter if it was directly or indirectly. If Mr. Revnik had even a small scratch on him, he'd leave. Or at the very least cut all contact from him.

He was glad Mr. Revnik was fine. If only he could make sure it would stay that way. Then there was the biting worry about his own body. His mental state had long ago built up defenses against the abnormal; the paranormal. But his body. It wasn't as if it could heal instantaneously or anything. That would've been a much much more useful ...ability.

Great, they were back to that subject again. "All types of odd things," Warren replied evasively. "I'd prefer not speak of it at the moment though." His eyes were scanning the little groups of people in the cafe. The majority were happily chatting with one another. None looked suspicious in the least. "Not here, at least. And... I'm really tired from my trip, so I'd like to get some rest first." This way, maybe he'd be able to summon up the courage to answer the question truthfully. And maybe in a few days he might be able to tell him the truth. Or never do it at all! That sounded even better! Hah, but judging by the looks of Mr. Revnik, not answering that question soon would be somehow very inconvenient.

"After you finish your tea, I hope we can start out," he smiled gently, though his request had the tone of an order.

So it wasn't that important? Maybe he could put off telling him for even longer. So long as he wasn't ask, he wouldn't offer any extra information regarding that subject, or any subjects that could be easily linked.

Since he'd gotten hurt so recently, he didn't think there'd be any extra danger in hiking up a mountainside. He'd feel even more positive if only those eyes would just leave him alone.

"I don't mind hiking. Rather not inconvenience you by making you get your truck, unless you really want to," he said, looking down at the fine lines of the table. His mind was more on how to get these new weird things to stop rather than the hike now, or even Mr. Revnik.

That was true. He did say he was tired. But he'd meant he was too tired to speak properly. Or too tired to think straight. Something like jet lag... or in his case, bus lag? Eh, it was all the same. "I'm a little worried some of your electronics might die, but if you insist... I guess I could trouble you," Warren said rather reluctantly.

Then the man pulled up the small suitcase up to show Mr. Revnik. "This is all I have on me. I'm not planning on staying very long and if I have to I figured I'd just buy more clothes," he said hugging the black stuffed little thing to his side. It was about the size of a large backpack with three days of essentials packed inside. "We can go anytime you're ready."

To sit here for half an hour... it didn't sound like a very fun prospect. 'Sides, he hated waiting and not doing anything. Too much of a waste of time. "How 'bout I go check out that bookstore down the street and be on the lookout for a truck stopping by in the next half hour or so?" Warren suggested, pointing in the opposite way of the mountaintop as he got to his feet. He then picked up the little luggage bag by it's black handle, gripping it tightly.

After placing a few crumpled bills on the hardwood table, he nodded to Mr. Revnik, almost in a small bow. "I'll see you then," flashing a brilliantly charming smile, the man waved to their perky waitress and left the small building. It wasn't that he was in a hurry to leave the cafe per se, more like he didn't like staying in one place for a very long time. Even one as nice as that one. And those vicious eyes... those eyes seemed to have stopped following him momentarily. Maybe whatever it was had something better to do. He could only hope.

Warren was positively upbeat by the time he arrived at the cute bookstore on the corner street. The building was old but steady from the looks of it. The red brick was rather discolored and there were even a few chipped falling off, but the large Victorian styled windows were sparkling and magnificently framed both new and old books in an almost ethereal light. Or perhaps, and more likely, Warren was very very happy to see a bookstore filled with such an eclectic selection.

What was he doing waiting out here? Chuckling happily to himself, the man could have skipped into the building if he didn't think it would be ... inappropriate.

The lightning inside was even more marvelous. Through Warren's eyes, this was the closest he'd ever been to, to a Heaven on Earth. His heart was pumping with excitement as he approached the worn leather books in the back. Some were ancient to the point of the binding falling out and a few pages missing here and there. Sighing with contentment, the bibliophile continued to peruse the old tomes childish delight. Despite his happy demeanor, the man was looking for anything on the dark supernatural; from scientific theories on mostly fairies to any works of fiction. After he'd finis with this, Warren would move on to the Fantasy and then maybe the rest if Mr. Revnik didn't arrive too early.