"Hey,i'm good at that!" He called,trying to lighten the mood.Caden sighed and shook his head,running a hand through his damp,sweat wet hair.

Rose stayed downstairs, leg now bouncing in stress as she thought about the countless times he'd nearly died. I swear if this is the thing that takes him away from me...

Caden went around the corner into a seperate room,surrounding himself in the old dust that lingered.He realized it was getting late and went into the guest room,wandering whether this was his last night or not.

(All good. I saw. bouncing between RPs here)

Rose saw him go into the guest room and got up, following him. "Can I join you?" She asked quietly

"Yeah." He croked,still remaining on his side on the bed,feeling shit.As one does when their sick.

Rose climbed onto the bed and curled up with him, feeling loved and safe with him. "Thank you for coming home when you did. I was genuinely scared." She said quietly

"Hey,had to anyways.Had fun with it,too.Your brothers a wimp.He would'nt shoot me even when I pointed the gun to my head.Even offered to help him pull that trigger yet,he denied." Caden replies,turning over and cuddling up against her

"Hey,had to anyways.Had fun with it,too.Your brothers a wimp.He would'nt shoot me even when I pointed the gun to my head.Even offered to help him pull that trigger yet,he denied." Caden replies,turning over and cuddling up against her

"Kinda wish you had shot him." She muttered, a smile playing on the edge of her lips

"Well,kinda glad I did'nt.Because the next time,the one who speaks the nonsense will have the tounge of the twisted cut and removed.So,yeah.Thats why I did'nt shoot him." He confesses,brushing a lock of hair from her face.