Greed looked at the messy girl who's big brown eyes were still closed. If they were open he'd feel like the biggest tool without her saying a word. Why the fuck did one mortal girl make him feel like that? Why the fuck did he care so much now. He'd done what he'd wanted...but it never felt good. Being vengeful on his own things just made him petty. It hurt him too.
He groaned flopping his head over his knees which he'd curled up to his chest, staring Zoe down until she opened up, but she never did. He was fidgity sitting still, fingers tapping against his arms. "And what if she doesn't?" Not that he'd stop trying either way. He had a feeling things weren't going to be the same when she woke up.