[Guest Room]
A small, deeply cynical part of him wants to roll his eyes. Of course she didn't come back for him. Why would she? He was an amusement to her. Nothing more, nothing less. He was an interesting little spark in the fire that she would keep burning just long enough, and then extinguish it with the rest. The kiss on his forehead knocked that those thoughts away, and he mentally locked them away again, sealed behind a wall. Who was he if he couldn't trust her, after he had told her he had loved her?

"Is it something you'll need my help with? I might be older now, but I'm no less sharp then I was when we met." His eyes glitter with a youthful fire, and he smiles. "Just say the word, and I'll be off."