Natasha returned home and found Reaper had returned and seemed to be waiting for her. He sat on the single sofa in her bedroom with his legs crossed and a book on his lap. She paused in her steps when she saw him and remained silent not knowing what to say or how to start. The pain that she felt hours ago was no longer there but she couldn't say she felt any better and she knew he felt all of that as well.
He stared at her, his eyes roaming her body, and stopped at her palms. His expression was as plain and blank as ever which made it impossible to read what was going on in his mind. He stood up from where he sat and took slow steps toward her and she wanted to step back but she could not move. Though she wanted to. Her best stayed glued to the floor.
