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It was just the kind of park he liked to paint in, it was that as much as luck that lead him to find her there after days of wondering if she’d been grounded or worse. After all, something about combatting monstrous demon dogs brought people closer together.

“Aye…” Uncertain, like he wasn’t quite sure he had the right person and then more so. “Aye! Are you alright?” He called the familiar accent thick with worry and hesitation about her wellbeing and the fact he was asking in public.

“Did you get grounded eh? Hadn’t heard from ye in days.”

He blinked at her for a moment and then offered her a callused, scared hand. “I think, ye need to get in out of the air, we’ll call y’er folks and let em know y’er not dead… coffee, sound alright? I have one of the…” he waved a hand and finally gave up saying “The ruddy little press that makes the nice coffee and takes too damned much time.”

He waited till she took the offered hand. “My Flat ok? I have a phone, it’s warm and yeh can hear most the other floors. See if we can’t figure what happened to you.”

“Well, that might at least be better on my end.” The soft lilt in his voice adding a forced lift of amusement “Not going to thing I did something terrible to you I hope.” He chuckled. “So we can call her from my place as well.” He was more concerned with her ultimate well being right now than pursuing the fact that she didn’t have ‘folks’ either.

Later might be another story entirely but only time would tell.

"Probably a good idea Darryl-fach... " He nodded "Will ye be alright to walk? Do ye want me to carry you pig-a-back?" He offered "Ye'look a bit... well tuckered."

"Yes...yeh can do that verah well" He said and stooped to scoop her up not wanting to make her try and regain her footing. “I wonder… if I should be feeding ye chocolate, Demeanors right?” He offered and carried her bridal style towards an old brownstone.

It wasn’t the most glamorous place to live, but it was far from the worst. He fumbled open the front door by propping her on a knee and walked up several flights mumbling that the Lift was broken.

“Right… Home sweet home eh?” He said propping a leg again and fishing in his pocket for his keys only to find his, fortunately errant, flat mate had left the door unlocked.

He fumbled his way inside with her still in toe, regardless of protestations and set her carefully on an overstuffed couch.

"There you are fact, I'll get the telly and some coffee..."

“Nye on three days…” he called from the kitchen area, easy enough to see him pulling out mugs and trays. The smell of coffee beans drifted out and he pulled several things out of the fridge and started dropping slices and crackers onto a plate before adding cheese and some vegetables and setting it all on a tin of butter cookies.

“Think it’s pretty clear you didn’t mean to be, but if it was the dark ones, why the devil didn’t they kill yeh. Not that I’m ungrateful but they do have a bit of a poor reputation for all that.”

He brought out the platter of cold cuts, sliced turkey (clearly done in the apartment as it was more or less slabs) and a handful of different cheeses with a corner of chocolate drops. “Thar… eat up do you a world of good I’d bet.”

“Huh…” He said sitting down across from her and taking a single apple slice from the tray. They could always add more to it after all but he didn’t want her to eat herself sick.

“Woman in a black dress…” He hadn’t met many of the Negaverse, so he couldn’t say for sure if she was or was not one of them. But that she’d been left asleep like that made him suspect she was…except the wings.
“There must be someone that we can ask, someone must be able to match a name to that, I’d say surely it’s one of those people like Captain Painite but,do they take wings like some of the senshi do?”