The night seemed to slip by them, and soon they all realized just how late it was. As the rest of the group started to leave, Lewis couldn’t help but overhear Leilah speaking to Ayaa. He put it in the back of his mind for the time being, and instead focused on Simone as they said their goodbyes. The moment the door shut, Lewis let out a heavy sigh.
“It wasn’t bad,” he said with a half smile. “But it was draining.” He yawned, and stretched. Without waiting for permission, he pulled Simone onto the couch, and laid his head into her lap. Staring up at her, he let out one of the rare, true smiles he had. “We have…friends? We have each other…” It was hard to really wrap his head around, but…
They spent some time like this before heading up to bed. Soon, Lewis felt Simone drift off to sleep. The assassin wasn’t tired yet, though. He looked down at his sleeping wife with a sad smile. They were one. But that meant that Simone might get lonely. Dala wasn’t anywhere near, and she had been her only real friend.
I wonder… Lewis closed his eyes, and held his breath. It was hard to do, but he could feel the resonance split. It was a bit of a struggle to maintain it, but at least on a surface level, his thoughts weren’t being sent directly to Simone. As a test… Simone? Wake up. Usually, that worked. Yet, now, Simone kept sleeping.
So I can temporarily cut the resonance. That’s…useful. Lewis smirked. He had a plan…
With the resonance still cut, LEwis got out of bed and snuck off into Jayou. It wasn’t long before he was standing over a sleeping girl with blond hair. Ayaa.
“Hey. Wake up,” Lewis said with his dull tone.
Ayaa groaned, and opened her eyes. At once, they went wide, and she almost screamed. Lewis put his hand over her mouth, and shook his head.
“Shh. I’m not here to hurt you. I want to talk about….about Simone.”
At once, Ayaa stopped struggling, and Lewis removed his hand.
“W-what about her?” Ayaa asked. Was this it? Was Lewis about to kill her over the woman?
“I…want you to be her friend. And ask her out to do something.” Lewis was dead serious.
Ayaa blinked. “…what? I…that’s…that’s not how friends work, Lewis. You can’t just make someone a friend, and-”
Lewis glared at Ayaa. “You want to change that tone?”
“Shut up and listen,” Ayaa snapped. “It’s hard for me to just ‘be’ her friend…but…I do like her,” she said after a moment. “But she seems sad. And I don’t like that…” The girl looked at Lewis with an almost knowing look. “And I know you don’t either. Despite the way you act all the time. I can’t promise anything, but…I’ll at least see if she wants to get out of the house every so often.”
The assassin thought about it for a moment. “Fine…” He turned and started for the window.
“Lewis,” Ayaa said before he left.
“What?”
“…I don’t like you. In fact. I hate everything you stand for, but…” She paused. “Even you deserve some kind of happiness though…and so does she. So…I promise I’ll try my best.”
Lewis looked back at Ayaa, almost confused. “…thanks…”
Ayaa watched as the assassin disappeared out of the window, and let out a sigh. “Oh…why the hell did I say that!?”
Night turned into morning, and Ayaa left the shop and headed towards the Terrowin residence. It was in a nice part of town, but the girl still saw children who were down and out on their luck playing in the alleys. It hurt her soul, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Instead, she focused on the task at hand.
“Simone?” Ayaa asked as she knocked at the door. “Are you home?” She wondered if Simone would even want to go out. Especially with her.