Re: 10th floor: 2:15 a.m.
He didn't move away. Instead, he staunchly attempted to pretend that it wasn't a nice feeling, being rubbed. Her scent washed over him again, intense without being cloying. Everything was so confused about her in his head. He had a vague memory of eating her, he was fairly sure, but thinking too much about it was uncomfortable, which made no sense. And he knew he'd killed her grandmother and mother, but couldn't remember eating them. Nothing meshed properly tonight. Nothing was in its right place. "You don't ask for food," he said. "You hunt it." Red just didn't get how things worked.