Hush {Felicia}
Jul 27, 2010 21:14:32 GMT -5
Post by Nathan Travers on Jul 27, 2010 21:14:32 GMT -5
Things were... well, not good, but not bad either. Nate sighed lightly as he helped Felicia out of the cab, figuring she'd probably want to take a shower and go right to sleep at this point, because the cops had kept them at the station for quite a while. She'd had to get all of her story down on paper, and with the bruises on her neck, the ripped underwear that was apparently a piece of conviction - which was pretty weird in his opinion but he guessed that was how things worked - and the whole DNA matters, not to mention in which state Felicia had been the entire evening, he figured they had good enough proof to get the guy locked up for sexual battery. As for him, he'd probably be able to get out of it with a monetary fine or community service, but first he had to prove that the assistance he'd provided to Felicia, as to defend her, had been necessary and well, reasonable. He didn't exactly get how someone could be reasonable when trying to neutralize the guy who was trying to rape their girlfriend, but those were the exact terms the police officer had used, so he pretty much had to go along with it. He was confident enough that he wouldn't get locked up at least.
He handed over money to the cab driver and headed inside the apartment building with Felicia, making his way upstairs with her and unlocking the door so they could get in, a strained, small smile forming on his lips at the sight of the chopped up vegetables still on the kitchen counter, along with the marinated chicken which he'd probably have to throw away considering it'd been out of the fridges for a while now. Not that he really cared, but it was a bit weird thinking back on the fact that only earlier today, he'd been working on making dinner for the two of them, definitely not expecting anything like this to happen, looking forward to his girlfriend's arrival and the fact that they'd be able to spend the evening together, which was always good in his book. He turned to glance at Felicia once he'd closed the door behind them, his fingers still entwined with hers. "Do you want me to draw you a bath, start up the shower, something? Are you hungry?" he asked her, moving his free hand so he could lightly run his fingers along the hair that framed her face, brushing lightly against her forehead and cheek at the same time. He only hoped she would get to the process of feeling better soon.