Marco had to admit that Ballard House was one of the greatest thing to come out of the Light of May. He had struggled for so many years prior trying to keep both himself and others safe from the monster he turned into on the night of the full moon. He used to take himself out into the middle of nowhere, into wooded areas where no one was likely to happen upon him. It had worked for a while, but when he had started following Drina, he was not always able to access such remote areas. Now, not only did he have a place to go where he was guaranteed not to hurt anyone, but he was also close enough to Drina to make sure she stayed there as well. He had grown to know her well enough to realize that she would never want to hurt another person; desire to cause harm or not, Drina could not control herself during the night of the full. It was his responsibility now to keep her from hurting anyone else, which included shuttling her to the Ballard House to make arrangements for tonight.
“Are you going to stay here the rest of the day,” he asked as he grabbed Drina’s bag and his own from the back of his car. The question was not so out of place, but his motive for asking might have been considered so. Marco had plans for this afternoon and he wanted to make sure that he wasn’t going to be interrupted or caught off guard by Drina again. He had experienced his fair share of close calls and near-misses, but never anything like that; if he could help it, he would avoid such encounter again at all costs. “I’ve got to run an errand in town, I can pick you up something for later, if you’d like.” Marco had a feeling that Drina would suggest going with him. Already, his mind was he was crafting the perfect excuse for why he had to go out on his own.
He lead the way up the stairs and into the house. Greeting them, as usual, was someone with a clipboard to help sign them in and get them settled. When she looked up at him, Marco was taken aback for a moment. That face -- he knew that face. “Hey, I know you,” he exclaimed with a smile. He didn’t wait too long for the girl to recognize him; Marco prided himself on being able to slip under the radar of most people. “I helped you home one day when you lost your pants.” He didn’t really stop to think about how odd that sounded, or the fact that she might not like to have the story retold to a stranger.