Sam called for Deiliha, but it seemed as if she were not home. She did not come to him, which left him to figure out what to do himself. Sam forced himself out of bed and made his way to the kitchen, where he saw a note. He looked it over and squinted at it, waiting for his thoughts to focus. After reading it, he looked to the medicine and the water. Deiliha left this for him? Was she looking out for him? Sam downed the medicine, upset that its effects did not work instantly. He called her name once more and, upon finding himself truly alone, Sam let out a large sigh.
He struggled to remember what had happened last night. Deiliha had taken him out, to get a smoke, and a drink--no, several drinks. Sam remembered dancing with a lot of people, and--had he kissed a man? His cheeks colored at that. After he'd got home, what had happened? She'd offered him coffee, and... Sam let out a sigh of relief. He couldn't remember doing anything more than that, and he was grateful for it. His first time, with a demon... No, the fallen angel would not have liked that on his record. But then... He looked to the empty cup that had housed his pills. Were demons usually so caring?
Suddenly Sam remembered something Deiliha had said the night before. I want you. She'd said something about bringing out her humanity. Sam wondered if that was real, if Deiliha had truly meant that. They had known each other for too short a time, he thought. Unless the demon was really so desperate to cling onto the first creature that showed her kindness. Sam shook his head. There was no use settling on it now. So, after his meds were gone and his water glass cleaned and put away, he went to take a shower and busy himself until Deiliha returned.
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