Scott | Allison Spam
He doesn't resist her as she helps him into the lobby and over to one of the overstuffed chairs. He doesn't know what she's thinking, but he can smell the fear and the confusion and added to his own already lightheadedness, it's dizzying.
He squeezes his eyes shut against the near-vertigo and holds up a hand. "I'm okay. I'm fine. Just..." but there is no end to that sentence because if he tells her, he's crazy. Because she doesn't remember him or being a hunter or-- No, she's not her, she can't be her because she wouldn't forget and she's too old to be her anyway.
A moment later, he opens his eyes again and stares down at her. The concern in her eyes makes his heart skip and his stomach twist. "It's okay," he says softly. "I'm fine. Just got a little dizzy."