At one time he had reminded her so much of her father. His image now was still quite similar, just smaller in stature. Taking another big swig of the Everclear he let it burn down again. There was no hiding really the messy blood-stained clothes, he wasn't in a position to think about how he looked.
He looked down to his feet, those black combat boots stained now like the rest of him. "Are you coming?" He wasn't sure why he bothered to ask. He was used to being alone, it was far easier to be himself that way. They hadn't shared a single space together in a long, long time. It was the first time he actually needed someone else to hold him up and keep him from fading away. He was stronger when he was around her.