Re: Eighth floor, then 802
Ichabod nodded, since he had no intentions of leaving his apartment - there was the fear that the Horseman would return, but even so he couldn't just leave Aaron here to face such a thing on his own. "I will. Good luck with your search, sir."
Once the man had left, he rose from the couch to shut the door, but after a few failed attempts he finally had to push a small cabinet in front of it to keep it in place. He unwrapped the makeshift bandages he'd made out of pillowcases and was pleased to see that the bleeding had indeed stopped, and the cuts didn't look as bad as he'd previously thought.
He didn't know what to do, but there was nothing he could offer Aaron, and he wasn't sure what to say. Instead he found himself a book and sat across from the boy once again, regarding him silently for a moment. "I am sorry that Cole is not here. He would have liked to have been." It didn't change anything, but it was true; and with that said, Ichabod settled back against the couch and began to read, glancing up every so often to make sure the boy was... well, not completely dead.