Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.
She smiled when he rolled his forehead under her wrist, a soft laugh escaping her. "I don't think you like me very well," she said, though she wasn't quite sure where the feeling came from. Still, now that it was quiet and they were alone, she was finding that he wasn't so very frightening after all.
She buried her fingers in the fur above his forehead, and ran then through the musky softness with a smile. He was softer than she'd expected, she realized. The scent of fear was completely gone from her now, and the more comfortable she became, the warmer the smell of roses was- softer, yet warmer somehow.
"We really should look at your injuries," she said, but it was clear in her voice that she was reluctant to move. She had a vague feeling that she normally didn't feel safe, and she liked that right now she did. "I don't like being lonely either," she admitted openly, softly.
"Why are you alone?" she asked, stretching a little closer in order to pet higher.