He needed some way to fill the empty hours, after all. As much as it killed him, he couldn't bring himself to tell Ileana and tried his best to pretend like everything was okay for her sake. She wouldn't like what he was doing, but he was doing it for her and that was all he cared about. "THings go a lot easier with planning."
Cole put on the gloves almost methodically, but he knew that no amount of latex would make him forget what deceased flesh felt like. First Jude, then Aaron; he knew the smell and feel of death far too well. He accepted the bag, silently relieved that he didn't actually have to carry the body. They made it out of the apartment and out the front doors without encountering anyone else, and he kept his gaze forward and focused on getting to the car. "It's just around the corner," he said quietly. "Sorry."
Once they rounded said corner, his slightly beat-up car appeared, and Cole managed to unlock the door while keeping the portrait under one arm. "Um, you can put the body in the trunk, I guess." He winced slightly at the way it sounded, but there was no other way to put it. Placing the portrait bag in the backseat, he opened the trunk and eyed the body bag with a look reminiscent of a confused child.