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Kaine. He's missing, I have been searching. Looking for him since I surprised him but unable to find him. It takes me a while but I find him, finally, in a dark alley. The shape of his body familiar enough by now that it makes me stop, hesitate and pause before I drop from the rooftop into the alley and land silently. My nose wrinkles, the smell of booze and urine fill my nostrils as I move towards him. I creep forward, eyes taking in the bottle and the hint of hair on his cheeks as I approach him from behind. I understand him before I see him.

I don't talk to him, don't give him the chance before I strike out quick and sharp at a bundle of nerves. I murmur an apology as his body goes slack and I move forward to catch him. The bottle breaks and I pull him away from it before collapsing back against the building. He is heavy in my arms but I have carried heavier.

"Kaine," I murmur, a soft apology before I move his weight slightly. I struggle but it is a struggle that I can bear. Lifting the grapple gun, I fire it before hooking his body to mine. We fly together, slowly across the city and when he begins to stare I hit him again. It is only when we are safe back at my apartment that I will allow him to waken.

I place him in the shower, grunting at the weight and rubbing my shoulder at the tension. I glance looking around before my eyes settle on the cannister, taking the razor and foam I move over to him before straddling his waist. The cool of the tiles soothes me as I ignore the smell, the presence of him and concentrate on the task at hand. I do not slip, I shave him cleanly before I reach up, moving close to him before I press the on button.

He will be angry but I am ready. I will not allow him to destroy himself.

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"You're being too impulsive, Fox Girl."

That is probably the first time in my life I've criticized someone for that. But I don't think I'm over-thinking this at all. This is what's best for both of us. When she realizes what a lost cause I am, she'll be grateful.

Impulsive. Hn, that was one word that did not describe Cassandra. She trusted her instincts, she acted on them but that was rarely impulse. Training, knowledge and instinct yes but not rash. She knew what she was doing.

"No, I'm not. Been thinking about it for a while, been telling you that I was going to do it. Not my fault you didn't believe me," Cass replied simply. She had after all been telling him repeatedly that she was going to kiss him. She figured she had given him enough warning with words and without them by now. "But I can't change your mind... tonight. Can I?"

"Nope," I say, taking another slice of pizza and taking a bite out of it. She's determined, but I know she's disillusioned just like Sybil was. She'll learn eventually.

"Not tomorrow night either. Or the night after that."

"We will see," Cass replied, hand darting quick to snatch the pizza from his hand. The corner of her lips turned into a smile that she tossed over her shoulder as she made her escape into the living area. "I can be persuasive."