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Roch hesitated, then headed into the room with her, closing the door behind them. He turned, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. "Amphi," he said. "Amphi, I missed you so jackin' much," he told her. "I'm gonna haveta get Dally from my room--"

He read it quickly, then nodded. "Yeah, um, he's fine with Treble for now. They're real close pals, y'know? She even lets him share her bed," he told her, looking around for a second--then, when it became obvious that the best place to hold her was the bed--he picked her up and carried her to it, sitting her down and crouching in front of her, on the ground next to the bed.

With a slight frown he worked on getting her shoes off, fighting with the straps a bit as he figured out how they worked. Then he kicked off his own shoes, since being on someone's bed with your shoes on after going through a war was probably bad manners or something. "Um... we might get some blood on your bed, sorry," he said as he crawled onto the bed next to her.

Then he frowned, looking down at himself. He could seriously use a shower, he thought. But Amphi had told him to stay, so he would stay. He figured she needed him, even if she couldn't talk about it.

He read it. He read it again. Then he stared at her, a bland expression on his face. "Okay, then," he said, standing. "I'll just be going now. We'll call it quits for good, you'll never see me ever again, just because you're dangerous and obviously I'm too much of a jackin' coward to deal with dangerous things--And while you're at it, clear off your phone messages, I clogged up your message box."

And then he looked at her, again, his arms crossed over his chest. "Y'just pissed me off, if y'didn't pick up on the sarcasm," he pointed out.

"Oh Blue Eyes," he said quietly. "Look, I know you're scared, and doin' somethin' like that..." He didn't feel so guilty over helping kill that one. "Look," he said. "Right now isn't the time to worry about it. We pretty much trashed their place. They ain't gonna be focusing on who you're cuddlin' with after the fight is over. They got more important stuff to do--like get their barriers fixed, bury that big black guy--important stuff." Because clearly her kissing someone was only important to them and maybe gossips.

"If they're lookin' for dirt on me--well, they've probably already got it," Roch went on bluntly. "Don't think you're the first or the last that got whatever happened to you done to them. And this ain't the first time I've gone up against them--just the first time I've done a bit of serious damage," he told her.

He reached up, taking the phone from her, then bringing up her voice message box. "Type in the code," he demanded, holding it out to her. "See for yourself."

"Don't worry about it right now," he said, hugging her back. "Right now you're gonna relax and eat some snacks, okay?" he said, pulling out a bag of jerky from his pocket and offering it to her. "I'm gonna order some pizza, too. You need to eat to recover, and I'm jacking starving," he told her, making her sit on the bed again.

Then he stared at her. He had stuff he needed to do, but here he was staring at her like an idiot. One hand came up, gently slipping into her hair, pushing it back from her face as he got to his knees on the floor beside the bed. He didn't know WHAT to do, honestly. There were things he needed to do--things he had to do--but all he wanted to do was kiss her. "Don't... don't even joke about leavin' me now," he whispered. "I faced some seriously badass candle waxers in there to get you back."

He kissed her back, then hauled her into his chest. "Jack am I tired," he admitted, nuzzling her neck. "Can I sleep over? I won't do nothin', y'know--just hold you and I might snore, so maybe I shouldn't," he admitted, thinking about it. "Cuz you definitely need some sleep. Er... maybe we should eat before we talk about that stuff," he said, changing his mind and pulling away long enough to dig out his cell phone and order their food.