When he made a move to pull back the hoodie, her hand clenching the brush jerked up, but the face left in its wake was not monstrous or evil. A sigh of a relief slipped past her lips as her gaze found the familiar, comforting features of her boyfriend, Roy Harper. "Roy," she smiled at him; the first genuine smile she'd shown in a long time, especially since coming here. Though it was hard to tell from the bulkiness of his hoodie, he appeared to be okay, another thing Thea was exceptionally grateful for. His lips twitched a bit, a smile almost visible on his normally hardened contours. Damn straight she was about to take him out with a brush or give whoever it was hell. Still, a bit of a flush tinged the teenager's cheeks and she raised it playfully. "Yes, I was. And you keep it up, I still might take a swing at you," she replied, voice teasing. When you were in hell or whatever, you fought with whatever you could find...even a hair brush.
With his words, the smile remained genuine and permanent on her face. "Good. Saved me a trip," she answered, but it was definitely not a joke. Thea made plans to abandon the apartment for the night and go see him if she could. She knew his room mate left a lot to be desired in the manners department, but Thea had never been frightened, especially when it came to people she cared about. She loved Roy and with him in such a hostile environment, it made her all the more worried about him. Plus, people were seeing their worst fears come to life and no one seemed to be immune to it. Thea wasn't all too sure what Roy's were, aside from needles, but doubted that if he was being haunted by anything, it was that. " But here I thought it was because you missed me."
Thea placed the brush on the table; it was no longer needed until she would be fighting the battle against her unruly hair later on. She made a move towards him, but before she could cover the distance, he stepped forward, hand moving into her wet hair. In the next instant, his lips were pressed to hers in a passionate kiss and the youngest Queen eagerly returned it with just as much feeling and emotion. She hadn't seen him in a while and with people coming and going all the time here, it was hard for her not to worry about him. She was worried for him all the time back home, too. Living in the Glades, it was the most dangerous part of the city as well as the most poor, how could she not worry about him constantly? In their last meeting, she'd watched him run off to play hero and possibly never make it back. She had faith in him, but that didn't mean she'd ever stop fearing for his safety and well being.
Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him in close, keeping the kiss until he tilted his head back, allowing both of them a brief break to breathe. He was warm, his smell overwhelming and comforting as the feel of his hand in her hair, brushing against the back of her neck. "Definitely better now. A lot better," she replied breathlessly. "You?"