Motel Nowhere

[Nox]

Nox hasn't expected Oriena to come inside. Much less take up residence on the counter. Nox didn't drink but the fridge catered to others who stayed here. He pulled out several bottles and set them down next to Oriana along with a Styrofoam container with steak and whatever the plate came with and he sat down at the table to eat himself. He knew Oriena felt the sting of rejection. He would too. It hurt, and he hated doing it but he'd hate himself more if he went through with it.

"I know you don't care. But you are my friend, rules or no rules." It was the last thing he said before sitting down and eating himself. Most of what was in his plate was meat, in a rare capacity and very little vegetables, though he still ate them. He hated feeling like he only fed the hunger of the horde. He hated the feeling it left. It was hard to not eat healthier, but it was easier to feed the horde than not. Meant a bit more careful planning and workouts.

Between bites Nox looked over at Oriena. "Whatever she wants. I'll help you get it if I can. Or fight it, whatever you want." He returned to his food. If she wanted to talk she could. If she wanted to just sit in silence that was fine as well. It didn't matter. It was late. He texted Raffe so that Kallisti was locked up right.

Getting late. I'll find a place to crash. Go ahead and lock up.