Zeke was actually... letting her go? She didn't know what to make of it. Maybe someone had taken over his body or something?
But his eyes still held that erupting fire in them, like it had taken him everything to finally agree.
"How are you gonna manage?" She asked.
"I'll sleep on your bed. Your scent would help,"
"It won't do much," She fiddled with her pendant, thinking of how to go about it.
Zeke looked away, his nose scrunched up. He had this huge frown and kept snarling every two seconds.
"What's going on in your head this time?" She inquired curiously.
"Sylas...," Zeke snarled again, then suddenly shook her head, "No! I'm not letting him help me again,"
"What about Sylas?!" She pushed, "How did he help you?!"
"Uggghhhh!" He groaned again, "He...can do something to help me sleep without the nightmares...,"
"Really?!" Her eyes sparkled, "That's so wonderful. Why didn't you mention it before?"
"Because it's annoying!" Zeke raged, "He's the fucking enemy!"
