He thought he heard someone come in through the door but the music was on pretty loud, Fallout 3 was on pause on the PS3 connected to the TV and he was still in the middle of hunting for the remote in one of the spare rooms.
And then he heard the voice and poked his head out of the door, just in time to catch a shadow disappearing into his room.
Jamie?
What the hell?
He followed the phantom through his bedroom and into the bathroom, and to say he was surprised at the sight that confronted him would be an understatement. The teasing, sarcastic 'whoa whoa WHOA what the fuck do you think my place is some sort of two dollar motel where you can just waltz in and do what the fuck ever you want?' was lost on his tongue.
"Rough night huh?"
And then it hit him. All the blood. His gaze flickered down to the floor and the trail Jamie left behind. Ever so slowly he turned to look at Jamie again, the fresh blood oozing out of his open wounds, dribbling down his legs to pool on the floor, and his breath lodged in his throat.
"Uhm... you know what; I'm just... gonna be outside. Holler if you... need something."
As Ares settled down back into his warm, comfy beanbag and picked up the controller again to resume the game, momentarily forgetting that he had been doing something else before, the faint scent of blood lingering in his home had him tugging at his shirt collar absently and casting occasional glances at his bedroom doorframe.