Sunday Bloody Sunday [Hale]

[Brighteye]

The Hunters. One of the most well kept secret from the humans. Yes, you heard correctly. "Humans". There are others out there - vampires, werewolves - that are out for blood. Quite literally - the vampires need it to survive, and the werewolves experience extreme bloodlusts that they can't control. Without the Hunters around, the human population would have shrunk to a smaller size than it is now. Sure, you laugh now and think that this is just craziness, but when you lose a loved one, or you yourself are pinned against a wall in an alley somewhere, looking death in the face, you'll remember this and it won't be so funny.

The building was quiet - well, as quiet as you can be with computers whirring in the background. There were around five to ten sitting around, most of them on, doing one job or another. A few techies manned the stations, and every so often a phone would ring, followed by a soft conversation, which would end in the click of the receiver being set back down in its home. Then, depending on the conversation, the person who answered would make another phone call and speak to another person, who would then go help the first caller. It was a nice system, one that helped keep everyone safer. Well, as safe as one can get prowling the night, looking for a fight.

Along with this room of computers, there was a false wall - in place just in case anyone managed to get in to snoop around - that hid a large cache of weapons for fighting those that "go bump in the night". Guns, bullets, knives, holywater. You name it, it's probably in there, somewhere. Finally, just apart from the computers is a small place where one could just sit and relax - well, relax as much as one could - before going out to prowl, or to rest after coming back from an aforementioned prowl.

Krystal was the latter. She had just returned and didn't feel like making the walk back to her apartment yet. It was early evening - she'd had an early shift today, to make up for the double late shift she'd had. Either way, she was lounging in one of the chairs there, her gun and knife on the table before her. She'd put them away later - and keep the one that was at her ankle. She always went armed around town - all the Hunters did. You never knew when you might be attacked, walking down the street, or when another Hunter might need help.

Footsteps caused Krystal to look up, curious to see who else was here so early in the evening. There shouldn't be anyone else here except her and the techies - or that's what she thought, anyway.

And The Battle's Just Begun
There's Many Lost, But Tell Me Who Has Won
The Trench Is Dug Within Our Hears
And Mothers, Children, Brothers, Sisters Torn Apart

[hale ross znader]

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× Caffeine. That's exactly what Hale needed right about now. Something warm and energizing to swallow. It was a pain in the ass, trying to keep your eyes from blinking because you were literally falling asleep behind your sunglasses. Luckily he had them, however, and no one could see past the dark rims. It'd be rude if he was dozing off while someone was explaining to him about the newest modifications they were trying to add to their main weapons, wouldn't it? And, with being the male leader of the Hunters, Hale had a duty to keep things under control. If he was falling asleep where he stood, what would that tell everyone else? That he was a lazy slob who wanted nothing more than to curl up somewhere with a blanket and doze.

× It wasn't his fault that he was so tired, however. After having an early hunt, and then not being able to go home and sleep because he had hurt his shoulder, he had to wait things out a bit for the pain to numb and he could pretend that he was normal for when he walked in the door. Unfortunately for him, they apparently needed him here for a few opinions and to be given an 'okay' here and there. So, putting his work ahead of himself, he stuck around and migrated wherever they needed him. As of now, they seemed to be working a lot more than asking questions, and Hale thought it'd be nice to just sit back and relax a little. After getting some coffee, of course.

× After finding the coffee, he made a fresh pot and waited anxiously for it to finish brewing. Grabbing a large travel thermos from the side, he made sure it was clean, before putting in his sugar and coffee creamer. Tapping his hands against the side of the counter, he glanced up and smiled at one of the females walking by, waited for her to keep walking, before he leaned over the counter just a little more to get a better view of her rear. Unable to resist, he let out a loud wolf whistle, smirking when she looked over her shoulder at him. It was clear she was leading him on, that she'd never actually give in, but Hale was fine with that. Sleeping with people who worked for him didn't sound that amazing, despite the office fantasy.

× Gripping the handle, he poured the coffee into the travel mug and set it back. Stirring everything together, he pushed the lid over it to keep it heated longer. Raising it within his hand, he started towards the comfy section of the building, a place to relax and chill out with someone, discuss things that were non-work related. However, as he turned the corner, he came to a small stop. Blinking against the dark sunglasses, he raised the cup slowly and took a silent sip, tilting his head afterward. Was that Krystal? What the hell was she still doing here? Throwing on a lopsided smirk, he started over towards her, knowing that she'd hear the sound of his boots against the carpet before she could see him. Seeing her head raise, his smirk grew a little and he came to a slow stop.

× He eyed the guns on the table for a moment, before looking back at her. "Workin' hard, or hardly workin'?" Grinning, knowing that she wouldn't take it seriously, he sat himself down across from her and let out a sigh of relief. After standing for so long, it felt really nice on his body to sit back and take a few minutes to recover. "What're you doing here, Kay?" He asked, using his nickname for her. "Don't you got a boyfriend to get home to?"

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[Brighteye]

She'd heard the wolf whistle faintly, and knew who it was before she'd looked up. Hale could be such a player sometimes, it was almost funny. They hadn't played those games though, which was fine with her. He was interesting to talk to, a trustworthy friend, and the one she'd trust her life to in a fight. When her eyes locked on his frame, she smiled slightly, but tiredly. The hunt tonight hadn't been more than chasing a few kids home, but the last two nights had taken it out of her. She was not as young as she once was.

He had a large cup with a lid on it, but there was a slight amount of steam coming from it, so she assumed it was coffee. He was wearing a friendly smirk, the oaf. She gave a slight wave and sat back as he got close enough that she didn't have to sit forward. He stopped, still standing, his smirk widening a trifle. While he stood there, she wondered what he was doing here. He should have been home with his sister by now, but there he was standing in front of her. His head turned and he looked down at her weapons, and then looked bak at her.

"Workin' hard, or hardly workin'?" He asked with a grin. She returned that grin, a little more livelier than before. He sat down with a sigh, and she knew he didn't want to be here any longer, just from the undertones. "Oh you know me, hardly workin'." She returned in mock seriousness. He was always easy to get along with, even though he was her superior. "What're you doing here, Kay? Don't you got a boyfriend to get home to?" She laughed at that. Oh yes, definitely, she had a boyfriend to get to.

"I don't need any other man when I've got you, now do I?" She said playfully. He wouldn't take it serious. They'd been friends for awhile, and they both knew what the other wouldn't take offense to. It was nice, having a friend like that. "What about you? Don't you have some lady friend to get to?"

And It's All A Game
I Know We'll Stay The Same
But Repetition Ends In Failure
And Every Time I See It In Your Eyes
When Repetition Ends, We'll Start Over

[hale ross znader]

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× It was hard to try and continue smiling when you were tired and fatigued. All his muscles seemed to be aching, especially the shoulder he had stitched back up. He'd do anything for a back massage right about now, but asking for one wouldn't be that professional, and with Krystal the only one around, he'd have to ask her. She'd most likely give him a funny look, smirk with a shake of her head and continue with their conversation. For a moment, he was lost in thought, wondering who he could con into massaging his shoulders for him. His train of thought was zapped from the lack of sleep, however, and he was back to square one.

× Seeing her return the grin made Hale feel a little better about being stuck there. Even while he was fighting sleep, he could still make Krystal smile. In essence, that was all he needed to make him forget about the nagging inside his head about wanting sleep and food. Instead, he could sit back and relax and know that he wasn't going to be undermined, or questioned about what he's doing with his life. He didn't need to feel like she was writing things down in her head about what he told her, either, which made this friendship so much easier. Trust with a rare thing for him to give out, but he was glad he took the step forward and allowed himself to open up to her. And, in return, she did the same to him.

× "Oh you know me, hardly workin'." That was a bunch of bull, and Hale knew it, but the smirk on his face didn't falter. He enjoyed light talks like this, where you could joke around and feel like a weight was being lifted off your shoulders. Being serious all the time was overrated. Lifting his cup to his lips, he took another sip, ignoring the slight pain from the hot liquid against his tongue and the roof of his mouth. If anything, that alone would keep him awake and his senses sharp. "Yeah, yeah. You're the slacker of the group." Lowering the mug, he rested the bottom of it on his thigh. "Gotta keep my eye on you."

× "I don't need any other man when I've got you, now do I?" A chuckle left the back of his throat, and he almost spilt his coffee on his leg from having to hold the loudness of the humor back. Did she really just say that? "Easy, Krystal. You say that to the wrong guy, they're gunna think you mean it, and then get crushed when you tell 'em you were just messin' with their head." Not that Hale would mind her messing with his head. Not at the moment, at least. It actually sounded a lot better than an office fantasy . . . hmm. "What about you? Don't you have some lady friend to get to?" Arching a brow, Hale leaned over and set his travel mug on the table, before lifting his hand up to his face and pulled his sunglasses off. He was sure his eyes were groggy looking, and there were dark bags, but he didn't mind. When you were a hunter, you never really looked your best. "If by 'lady friend', you mean 'sister', than yeah. Knowing her, though, she's still in bed or at the shop, so I got a couple hours to waste."

× Lifting his hat, he turned it around and put it back on, leaning his head back a little against the chair. Pushing his palm over his face, he rubbed under his eyes and let out a soft groan into his hand. "You didn't think I was gunna just forget about you, did ya? No other girl that I'm interested in, other than you and Carla." His grin returned, more sleepy and dazed than before, and it was easy to see that his tiredness was getting the better side of him. Mainly because he was openly admitting that he was interested in Krystal. Hopefully she'd take it as a friendly thing, or a joke, rather than him being too tired to filter what he's saying.

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[Brighteye]

He looked tired. She was tired. Wasn't there anyone in this business that wasn't exhausted all the time? Oh, right, the techies. They didn't have to go around all gun-ho, since they just answered phones all day. That probably wasn't fair to them, them and their phone answering had saved her life a time or two, but still. When you're tired and hurt and just wanting to quit, seeing people just sit around answering phones kind of pisses you off. She'd feel bad for these thoughts later, for now she'd just be annoyed at them for being so perky and happy.

She wondered about Hale though. He'd had an early hunt, earlier than hers even, and he should be home. Her hunt had ended maybe half an hour ago, and she'd was about to start toying with the idea of going home when he'd shown up. Still, he was the top dog here, so maybe something came up that they needed him to okay or something. Who knows, obviously she didn't. Geeze, this was kind of how they'd met. It was after a hunt - hers or his she really couldn't remember - and they'd just started talking. Man, she hated getting older. Her memory was going to start fuzzing over and then she wouldn't remember half the things she'd want to.

"Yeah, yeah. You're the slacker of the group. Gotta keep my eye on you." His voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She sighed dramatically. "Now I gotta work. You're so mean sometimes, Hale." Krystal said, trying to keep a smile off her face. She knew her eyes were alight with her playfulness, but she kept her face straight at least, and she was proud of herself for that much. Especially when she was tired, since most said that self control disappeared the more tired one was. Well, obviously she was an exception, or just plain special. She'd rather be special, it sounded so much... well, specialer.

Hale laughed heartily, nearly spilling his drink. Well, that comment was a little off color for her, but what could she say? She was tired and it was late and it was fun to say."Easy, Krystal. You say that to the wrong guy, they're gunna think you mean it, and then get crushed when you tell 'em you were just messin' with their head." She grinned playfully at him. "Well, that's always been my secret goal in life, you know. Being a heartbreaker - yep, that's me alright." She responded. Why not, it fit with the rest of the silly conversation.

"If by 'lady friend', you mean 'sister', then yeah. Knowing her, though, she's still in bed or at the shop, so I got a couple hours to waste." Krystal nodded in agreement. There wasn't anything much for her to do either, except go home to pass out on her bed. That's all she'd been doing after hunts as of late. She could remember a time when she'd stay up for hours after a hunt and chat with anyone that came by, or just read. Now she reserved such pleasantries for other times, such as when the sun was up.

He took off his sunglasses, and she could see how tired he was just by looking at them. Damn, he looked more tired than she was. Times were not easy on either of them, now were they? He rubbed his face and groaned softly, and she felt slightly sorry for him. Her life sucked, and that was without being the lead hunter. That was one reason why she'd never tried to go for the lead, since she didn't want that extra burden. Still, it didn't stop her from feeling bad for the two leaders.

"You didn't think I was gunna just forget about you, did ya? No other girl that I'm interested in, other than you and Carla." He grinned again, but it wasn't as full of life as the ones before it, no, it held more of his exhaustion. He was obviously very tired, and she figured he was just joking. She had no idea what she would say if he was serious - she hadn't had time for a serious relationship in years. Besides, he was a player with the ladies, never sticking with one woman for more than a night, two at best.

"Well you know, a girl always has her doubts." She said gently, her tone still playful.

Oh No, I Just Keep On Falling
Where's Hope When Misery Comes Crawling?
With Your Faith, You'll Triger A Landslide
To Kill Off This Common Sense Of Mine

[hale ross znader]

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× A warm hearted laugh bubbled against the back of Hale's throat, but he tried his hardest to sustain it as he looked across the small space at his comrade. Shaking his head, he narrowed his eyes behind his sunglasses at her, even though he knew the full effect of the mad-boss wouldn't be in full because she couldn't see behind the thick shades. "Mean? How in the hell am I mean? I've saved your ass how many times, and you wanna call me mean?" He paused, fighting off a smile, before licking his lower lip and finishing off his statement. "See if I ever save your sorry ass again in the line of battle, Ms. I'mTooGoodForThis."

× It felt nice, like a weight was being lifted off his shoulders, to be able to joke around like this without having to back his ass up and wave a white flag because someone's feelings got hurt. Hale was used to this from his sister, being able to let loose, but he couldn't to an extent. With Krystal, he could completely unfold himself, stretch his arms, and close his eyes. He could say anything he wanted in front of Krystal, and even if she didn't know what to say back to him, she'd still be there to listen, to pat his shoulder whenever he needed a little reassurance. And that was all Hale really needed to keep him going, along side the duty to protect his family. Of course, upon meeting Kay, he's gotten a sense of need to protect her, as well. He had made a life around her, involving her, and even if they were only friends, he didn't want to try living without her being there.

× Exhaling after his laugh, he caught his breath a little and sipped his coffee. It was still quite warm, but he was too tired to care. "I wouldn't be surprised if it was your goal in life. Being as 'innocent' as you are, you could pull it off and most likely convince the poor bastard they broke their own heart." Hale would never admit it to Krystal, his sister, or even himself, that he wished he wasn't the way he was with his so-called relationships. There wasn't anything solid about the nights he spent away from home and away from work, buried somewhere in a pile of sheets, embracing someone he didn't even know. For a moment, his eyes grew hazy as he tried to imagine himself giving into the want to have a secure relationship, someone to call his, but the image cracked before it had fully formed and he blinked the remainders of it away.

× Narrowing his eyes at her, this time without the veil of his sunglasses enclosed around his face, he tilted his head gingerly as she responded. An idea was forming, and Hale knew that he was tired enough to misjudge the situation, so he doubted carrying it out. It wasn't until she finished her sentence, her comeback that made his stomach twist rather loosely, that he decided on it. Whether he was too tired to make out what might happen after his plan was carried out, or if he was acting on feelings he didn't even know where there, he wasn't sure. All he knew, was that he wanted to be close to Krystal, even if it was just one time, and he played it like a joke. So, with this in mind, he got up, placing his cup of coffee on the table beside his sunglasses. Walking the distance between their chairs, he lowered his arms so they clasped the chair's sides, leaning his head down near hers. He was sure his breath smelt like coffee from the two sips he had taken, but he breathed through his nose to keep her face from scrunching in disgust. Hesitantly, his lips pulled into a weak smile, as if he was unsure of what he was doing, even though his actions seemed to shout otherwise; that he knew exactly what he was doing, and he was almost taking pride in his boldness.

× His lips dipped near her ear, his eyelids closing halfway. "I could change those doubts, if you want me to." Pulling his head back slightly, he leaned in a little closer, this time to her face. Hale's eyes trailed from her own down to her lips, inhaling through his nose deeply. He wasn't smelling her, only catching his breath. Swallowing thickly, he leaned in a little closer, almost feeling the brush of her lips, before he grinned foolishly and pulled back, moving out of her personal space. A new sort of energy seemed to be coursing through his veins, though he knew sleep was still hanging over his head. Grabbing his sunglasses, he pushed them onto his face and fixed his hat, pulling it off and pushing it backwards on his head. Gripping the mug handle, he pulled it up and took a large mouthful of it before setting it down again, his eyes never leaving her own.

× Pulling out his car keys, he jingled them within his palm aimlessly, still grinning down at her. "C'mon, lets go get something good to eat, I'm starved." He was, of course, acting as though he hadn't just almost kissed her, hoping that she'd take it as a joke, a simple teasing manner that he had played out. Even if she asked, Hale wouldn't explain himself. He wasn't into stuttering over thinking, especially when his brain was fried enough, and then trying to make his thoughts into words.

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[Brighteye]

He shook his head, and she could tell by a slight noise he made that he was trying his hardest not to laugh. She bit back a smile herself as he replied to her comment. "Mean? How in the hell am I mean? I've saved your ass how many times, and you wanna call me mean? See if I ever save your sorry ass again in the line of battle, Ms. I'mTooGoodForThis." Krystal smiled slightly as she thought up a reply. She looked at his sunglasses-clad eyes as she thought of something to say.

"Well, you know, some of those times I called you so you could boost that ego of yours. Obviously I shouldn't have." She said, waving her hand slightly in the air. That was a blatant lie, and she knew he knew it. Anytime she'd called for backup, it was because she was in a situation she would need help in. And, since he was on her speed dial, his number was called as often as the HQ. Even when she hadn't said anything, she had just called and left the phone ringing in her pocket, he'd managed to come save her ass. She'd meant to ask him about that, but she was unable to as he spoke again, cutting off her train of thought. "I wouldn't be surprised if that was your goal in life. Being as 'innocent' as you are, you could pull it off and most likely convince the poor bastard they broke their own heart." She smile wryly.

"You make me sound so cold. Ah well, such is the life of a heartbreaker." She said again, with less dramatics than before, but it was still there. Her energy was fading, but it wasn't nearly as empty as Hale's was. She was still conscious of her surroundings and of her thoughts and actions, more so than he was. Maybe she was acting a bit looser than usual, but she was under more control than he, though she wouldn't know that, but she could guess. When she spoke again, his head tilted to the side and his eyes narrowed, and she wondered what he was thinking about. She wouldn't be left curious long, because he rose and set his coffee down before standing before her chair.

His hands grabbed the sides of her chair, and he leaned down so that his head was near hers. She looked at him, confusion in her eyes. What in the world was he doing? His lips formed a weak smile, before he leaned closer, to whisper in her ear. "I could change those doubts, if you want me to." Her eyes widened slightly, and her she inhaled sharply, then he pulled away from her ear, and leaned towards her face. He swallowed, as if steeling himself for whatever he was going to do next. His lips came extremely close to hers, to the point where she could almost feel his against hers, before he pulled away with a grin. What the hell kind of game was he playing with her?

She looked up at him, completely confused. He'd never acted like that around her before. He put on his sunglasses and messed with his hat before taking a drink of his coffee. He pulled out the keys to his car and shook them, causing them to jingle merrily, still grinning. "C'mon, lets go get something good to eat, I'm starved." She nodded slightly, and leaned forward before reaching out, grabbing the hand with the keys to pull herself up. She then proceeded to release his hand, taking the keys with her.

"I'm not gonna let you drive, Hale. You're acting weird, and I know you're tired, so theres no way in hell you're getting behind the wheel with me." She told him, holding the keys up with a grin. Krystal was just going with the flow, trying to push away the thought that he had nearly kissed her, and that he seemed to have wanted to do so, but hadn't. Well, it was easier on her brain right now to try to forget than pursue the thought. She'd ask him when they were both more in control of their thoughts, and hope he'd give her a straight answer.

And Here We Go Again,
With All The Things We Said.
And Not A Minute Spent,
To Think That We'd Regret.
So We Just Take It Back,
These Words And Hold Our Breath,
Forget The Things We Swore We Meant.

[hale ross znader]

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× Hale arched a brow, clearly amused with how she was pulling her side of the argument. If she hadn't been playing around and joking with him, however, he knew that he would've most likely tried to back himself up, or back down entirely. Angry woman were the most scariest thing Hale could imagine, worse than Vampires, much worse than Werewovles. The thought was almost enough to make him cringe at the idea of getting in bad with a female because of how much pain they could inflict with a single slap of their palm against someone's cheek. He's received quite a few slaps in his days, that was for sure, and even just thinking about it made the burn slightly come back to memory, and he inwardly cringed.

× The grin Hale wore was anything but sarcastic. He was enjoying himself severely, and wondered where exactly Krystal had been all his life. Carla did a large part in keeping him sane, keeping him happy, but having an addition like Krystal made him seem more down to earth and in control of his life. "Oh, so you call me saving your ass countless times rubbing my ego? I'll make sure to keep that noted for future reference." Playing these little games were starting to become the highlight of his day, which was saying a lot, considering he didn't mind grabbing a shotgun and blowing off some creature's heads. If only he could get Carla to start playing around with him like this, and not take any of it seriously, then he'd be set for anything.

× Arching a brow, Hale glanced up at the ceiling for a moment, instantly regretting it. The florescent lights were harsh against his tired eyes, but it was only another thing to waken him up. Letting his chin drop back down, his eyes connected with Krystal's again, and he shook his head slowly. "Right. The day you break someone's heart, I'll get married." Hale knew that there was a very, very little chance that he'd even consider getting married, so that only put more strain on how much he thought Krystal would end up hurting someone emotionally. As far as he knew, she wasn't looking for a love interest, which left little room for her to mess up someone's insides. Emotionally speaking.

× She was confused as he let up from her ear, and it was easy to read it with the expression she gave him as he leaned closer to her. For a moment, he thought he was actually going to lean in the extra inch he needed to actually kiss her, but something had stopped him. The reminder of their friendship, possibly. Or the fact that he couldn't afford to get attached to anyone else. His family was already enough of a target for anyone who wanted to hurt him worse than actually drawing his blood. Two people they could attack to make him whiter and lose his mind. He didn't need another. Instead of kissing her, he pulled back and played it off like he had been joking the entire time, even though on the inside he thought he had made her blood rush, even a little. The thought made him smile, inwardly, and hoped he wasn't just being delusional. It was hard trying to come to terms that he may like someone, but it'd be harder to finally come to those terms and realize the feelings weren't returned.

× Hale willingly helped her up as she moved her hand to grasp his own, his fingers tightening against hers until she was standing in front of him. They were still close, close enough for Hale to forget his current thoughts. At least until he felt her fingers slip from his, and his keys along with them. Instantly he went into defense mode, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at her through his sunglasses. And what exactly did she plan on doing with his car keys? As if she had heard his thoughts, she responded an answer out loud that made him frown, both inwardly and out. "I'm not that tired, Kay." He let out a small grunt as he extended his hand, palm up, expecting her to give him back his keys. If she didn't, he was fully ready to push her up against a wall and take them back himself. "You've seen how bad my driving is on a normal day, with me being fully awake. How bad do you think my driving can get with lack of sleep?"

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[Brighteye]

She could tell he was enjoying the verbal mock-battle, just as much as she was. Maybe even more, for he wasn't allowed to act silly around everyone, being leader and all. No, he had to be the calm, collected, and serious leader. No fun and games, just work, unless he was around one he could trust, one that wouldn't judge him for being himself in the workplace. Someone like her. She felt bad for him, but she never told him that. He didn't need to know that, and he might act differently. No, she kept it to herself. "Oh, so you call me saving your ass countless times rubbing my ego? I'll make sure to keep that noted for future reference." Krystal grinned back at him, before parting her lips to respond.

"Oh no," She said in horror, eyes widening as if in fear. "Whatever shall I do without you to save me?" Oh yes, whatever would she do indeed? Krystal bit the inside of her lip, hard, to keep from laughing. That was probably the silliest thing she'd said in this conversation all night. Hm... well, maybe not. That heartbreaker comment was pretty silly too. Whatever. She was being silly, and it was fun. He wasn't going to remind her of this conversation, unless it was in a future non-serious conversation. Hale wasn't going to hold any of this against her, like she wouldn't hold any of it against him.

"Right. The day you break someone's heart, I'll get married." Krystal couldn't help but let a single peal of laughter out of her throat before she clamped down on it. Hale? Married? He went through more women than she could count. And it was a pretty good analogy. She wasn't one to hurt people's feelings, much like him with his commitment issues. It was just how they were, and they knew that. But still, she had to respond somehow. "My silly exterior could just be a facade for a ice-cold interior." Krystal said loftily, watching for his reaction. She wondered what he'd say.

He pulled away from her face, and her eyes followed his, trying to read what his thoughts were. She could feel the blood rush to her head, her cheek heating up, knew that she was blushing, but resisted the urge to look away until her face cooled and she had a reign on her thoughts. She wanted - needed - to know why he was doing whatever it was he was doing to her. He couldn't be interested in her? Not him, he who could have whoever he wanted with a single look. No, she had to be reading this wrong, he was just being silly, just trying to get into her head. So, she tried to hide her confusion and flaming cheeks by having him help her up, as if she was completely calm.

He helped her up easily, his fingers warm around her own. They were standing close, not as close as they were before, but still very close. She pulled her hand from his, taking the keys with them, and she could see a sudden change. He tensed slightly and looked down at her, his face angling downard slightly, since he was taller than she was. He frowned as she explained herself, and he held his hand out slightly, expecting the keys back. She made to give them back, when he spoke a second time. "You've seen how bad my driving is on a normal day, with me being fully awake. How bad do you think my driving can get with lack of sleep?" She withdrew her hand teasingly, keeping the keys in her grasp.

"I don't know... Your driving can be a bit scary sometimes. Besides, what if you passed out at the wheel? That would suck." She pointed out. His driving wasn't that bad, but with lack of sleep it could become worse. Even the best of drivers can get into accidents, and when the brain is tired it slows reaction time. Krystal looked up at him, wondering what his next move would be.

I Got A Lot To Say To You
Yeah, I Got A Lot To Say
I Noticed Your Eyes Are Always Glude To Me
Keeping Them Here
And It Makes No Sense At All