She raised an eyebrow at him as she went to a guest room, opening the door. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
She looked back at him thoughtfully, a small frown on her face. "Well.. I hope you're okay with staying here for a bit. You can use this room."
He looked embarrassed and exhausted and uncertain. He glanced down at himself for a moment. "Look at me." He was covered in dust and grime and dried blood on his shirt and he shifted uncomfortably, looking back up at her. "I can't live in a place like this."
She held the door, her head tilting her head with a frown. "Yes you can," she told him, "you just don't want to let yourself."
He exhaled, crossing his arms. "It's not about letting me, Fleur. This just isn't a place that I'm allowed to be."
She sighed, relenting and looking a little resigned as she stepped away from the door. "Just.. Take a shower and think about it. I'm not going to hold you hostage."
"There's one in the room," she said, gesturing to the one she opened for him. She looked down with a small frown before moving past him into the kitchen.
It was furnished, but not lived. There was a bed, a dresser, and some decorations here and there.The bathroom door was ajar.
