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He doesn't even look back to see how bad the explosion was. "We'll head north and if it comes down to it change direction," he tells her idly. "We both need to find a place to get cleaned up and eat." They were going to need their strength after all of this. Though past those words he doesn't say anything else, focusing on the road ahead of them. When she moved against him he glanced over quickly, noting how pale she looked.
She nods. "North sounds better than west right now." She admitted, it was clear she was tired, whatever little bit she had was gone. Though she did watch him. "You get tired tell me I'll drive." Though she was biting back a yawn as she spoke.
"Just sleep," he tells her not taking his eyes off the road this time. Jason had no intentions of sleeping any time soon. He'd dealt with insomnia before all of this stuff happened, now it would probably be worse. "If you can't sleep then at least rest. I'm right here." Though felt like this was something he should have done weeks ago, when he had first found her. Though then, he would have left her there. Gripping the steering wheel a little tighter he knew that waiting had been right. He couldn’t have left her there. Even if it might have protected her. They might have only attacked her because of him.
She bit her lip at that. "Once we make the next town, at least wake me. I'll deal with your hands." She said softly, after all he had gotten her out of there, where all she could do was... Well okay she's pretty sure three of the men that had pinned her would never have kids. Ashton, well she had seen him fall, heard him gasping for air that couldn’t fill his lungs just as the rope had been stealing hers. She fought a tremble, pulling the blanket tighter around her feeling cold again.
To be honest, his hands felt numb as it was. Though that was a sensation that he was ignoring. "When we get to the next town I'll wake you. Though only long enough so you have a place to rest for the night." A place to get cleaned up, at the very least. He wasn't really worrying about his hands as much as he should've. "But for now, rest," He flashed her a weak smile. “I won’t let anyone else hurt you Mira, you’re safe alright?”
Didn't take her too long to slip into an uneasy sleep. Though she scooted down so that she could actually lie down, her head on his leg as a pillow, her feet were against the door, her sneakers had been kicked off and were on the floorboard. Jason noted that despite the truck looking old, there was a child lock. He hit it just to make sure she didn’t accidently open it in her sleep.
He looks down towards her for a moment before his eyes go back to the road. Fingers thread lightly through her hair as he drives, watching the scenery pass them by. It's probably a good four hours, possibly more, when he stops them at a motel. They had passed a few others that looked shady to him. This one still had that shady feel, but he was tired, and he didn’t want to navigate city traffic that way.
"Hey, Mira," he states softly, wanting to wake her and yet not at the same time. She was curled under the blanket looking peaceful. They needed to get a room, she'd have to talk to the man at the desk because he still had blood on him, and get cleaned up. Then he'd have to go out again.If I can let the memory heal
I will remember you with me on that field
War - Poets of the Fall
She stirred a little when he shook her lightly. Biting her lip she blinked a little. "Where we?" She asked sitting up, rubbing her eyes sleepily, wincing at the pain in her wrist.
"Not that far from the Vegas city limits." He frowned at her wince, wanting to get a look at the wrist, cursing himself mentally that he hadn’t looked at it before. He had been so focused on getting them away that he hadn’t thought of it. Though glancing at her, her jacket had been removed a while ago and she had flopped back to sleep, the baggy shirt she wore under it hung off one shoulder, and her hair mussed up from sleep, made her look more vulnerable.
Jason actually chuckled a little at the look. He had seen her struggle, she might not be able to take down a group on her own, but she wasn’t a defenseless little girl. She wasn’t a fighter like he was, but she followed directions, and survived. Was more than he expected if he was honest with himself. She had survived, she had fought to the best of her ability and walked away. A small bit of pride bubbled up in him about it.
Seeing the motel she bit her lip, giving him a coy grin over her shoulder at his chuckle as she fixed her long brown hair. "I, need to get it right?" She had no problem with that, she didn't look like as much of a mess, and her hair fell over the bruised side of her face hiding it well. "Any preference? You, seem to have done this before."
At her question, however, he gives a bit of a nod," It'd probably be best that you get it. Single room. Just tell them that it's for a few nights. Anything that's too expensive would look sketchy." Though he frowns a bit when she says that he's done this before. He has, once or twice, but doesn't really remember much of it. Doesn't care to remember much of it either. "After we get cleaned up I'm going to head back out and get us a few things."
She nodded. "I'll be back soon then."
“I’ll be here,” He promised.
The room she got was at the end of the building, on the second floor overlooking the pool. To get to it they had to pass the pool and she made sure to keep Jason between her and the dirty looking water.
When she does get their room he walks with her, heading up to the second floor. He does, however, notice her keeping him between her and the water. Once in the room though he grabs the hem of his shirt and tosses it aside. To take out and destroy later. If she wanted to take care of his knuckles before he headed out again, he'd let her.
Mira had grabbed the bags and guitar, and had set Lucy's case on the bed turning to ask him something,but ended up watching him a moment. Her eyes traced scars over his back and arms, she hadn’t seen him without a shirt before and the story it told, she knew he had a harder life than she had. Despite everything she had gone through, whatever had happened to him had been much, much worse. Blushing she quickly turned away, as if feeling like she was looking into a part of him he wasn’t ready to address yet.
"I, forgot the medical kit in the glovebox..." She admitted, still trying not to catch his eyes ashamed she had been watching him. "Do you want me to go get it?"
"You don't have to," Jason hadn’t meant to make a show out of it, and didn’t really notice her reaction. "I can bring it upstairs when I come back. But I don't want you opening that door for anyone, Mira. I don't care who it is, I don't want you opening it." He looked over his shoulder at her. “I mean it right now, you’re safety is important, I shouldn’t even be leaving you, but one of us needs to leave and I don’t want you getting hurt more.” He can’t have that happen, she’s his lifeline right now, the only thing he knows right now is real, his angel, he can’t risk her. NOt while he’s still trying to piece together who is.
She nodded. "Okay, I get it I'm stuck inside until further notice." She now wished she had her cellphone, at least then she'd have the recordings of her songs to work on. Though right now, with how her wrist still hurt she wasn't sure if she could handle playing. Her eyes fell on Lucifer, though she didn’t move to pick up the case. "You, won't be gone long will you?"
"You are," he states gently before moving over to her, leaning in and kissing her temple. "Is there any foods you want?" Though, at her question he shakes his head, "Maybe about fifteen minutes, if that. I won't be gone long at all."
She nodded. "I don't mind it." She chewed her lip a little though when he asked her about food. She shook her head not sure if she would be able to eat. "I'm still a little too wound up to eat. Get what you want."
She nodded placing her hand on his, almost tensing as he moves closer, though she manages to fight it, he doesn’t smell like chewing tobacco and cheap beer, nor is he pulling her hair. "Fifteen minutes, I'll hold you to that Jay." She keeps her eyes closed a moment before looking up at him. “Any longer I might start freaking out.”
"This isn't just for today, Mira," He tells her. It was a generalisation for the coming weeks. That way they wouldn't have to go out too much. "I'll grab fruits and a few other things though."
He gives her hand a gentle squeeze, "I'll try to make it sooner. Two knocks, pause and another. That's how you'll know it's me."
Mira bit on her lip and nodded. "Got it, right now, I won't complain I... I have a feeling that they'll draw it out to make it hurt if they caught me again." She trembled at the thought, her hand going to the damaged wrist.
Though hearing him say he'd get fruit she looked up. "C-can you get berries? I don't care what kind." She hated how her voice cracked, she was safe, she shouldn’t have to worry about them right? Though in the back of her mind she kept hearing that little nagging voice that she was still in danger.
"No one is going to hurt you ever again," he tells her. If anyone tried then he'd make them pay for it. Beat the ever loving hell out of them. He gives her a warm smile, "I can get berries." He'd probably get strawberries and a few others. He’d try to get her to eat other things too, she’d need her strength, but tonight he wouldn’t push it, she had been through too much give her a day to try to make sense of things first.
She nodded. "Thank you." She brought his hand to her lips kissing it gently. "You get back I'll wrap your hands. I do know that I have some cream in the kit that should help it.
He gives her a small smile before nodding, "Sounds like a good plan. Lock the door behind me." He gives her hand another squeeze before heading out and back to the truck. Luckily there was a gas station not that far off along with a little store.
Mira locked the door and pulled Lucifer out, Mr Buns had been left in the car as well, only because she felt a little silly carrying him in.
Playing softly she grimaced each time she made a finger change on the neck of the guitar. It had been something to do, the few minutes that Jason had been gone had her antsy. Though the pain in her wrist had her put Lucifer away. Curling up on the bed she let herself break down, she had been trying to stay strong for Jason while she had been awake, but she wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it.”When I thought that I fought this war alone
You were there by my side on the front line
When I thought that I fought without a cause
You gave me a reason to try”
Jason looked through the isles knowing what he needed. The cart he had grabbed ended up filled with lunch meats, fresh berries for Mira, as well as some apples and oranges. Bread and chips were added to the cart along with a small cooler, bottled water and about five pounds of ice for the said cooler, whatever didn’t make it in he’d put in the sink to keep things cool for now, since he had noticed the room lacked a fridge.
Passing the coffee isle he turned back, getting a small can for Mira, maybe it would help her have something normal. The room had cups, he’d wash them before he made her any. A stop through the pharmacy got the strongest painkillers he could find, as well as some bandage gauze and tape.
Fourteen and a half minutes later the truck was pulling back into the lot.
Mira stirred hearing the nock and remembered what Jason had said.
Going to it she opened it rubbing her eyes a little since she hadn't meant to doze off again. Though she had a feeling her eyes were all puffy and red. "Welcome back."
It was probably a good thing that she'd dozed off again. In fact, he'd expected it a little. Or at least expected that it would happen. He gives her a smile before heading inside, setting the bags down so he can start putting things away. "I got hair dye for the both of us. So that we could hide in plain sight better." He had noticed the puffy eyes, and the tear stains, but didn’t say anything about it, not wanting her to get upset about it. Though he did reach up to the unbruised side of her face to brush one away.
She frowned at the hair dye bit. She had never dyed her hair. His hand on her cheek had her fight flinching again, and she caught a sad look in his eyes. "I, I guess it wouldn't be enough for me to just cut it would it?" She did pull the hair tie from her hair though. "Though I want it gone. I, don't want it being an easy grip again. Once, we're sure they won't be after us I'll grow it out again." She said softly. Though seeing the berries she gave a small ghost of a smile. She was hungry, but didn't want to risk eating something too heavy yet.
He saw that frown and tried not to get upset just seeing it. The fact that it was there because they had to hide. "No, I'm sorry, it's not enough just to cut it. There's dye in there for your hair and for my own. We'll both have to change a bit if we're going to stay hidden." When he sees that smile though, he can't help but give a small one of his own. "There's hair scissors and anything else you'll need in the bag. For now, however, you should eat a little something."
She nodded. "I'll get over it. I just, never thought of going for another color." She bit her lip a little. "I'll cut it after I grab a shower, I didn't want to be in there in case you came back."
Mira picked up one of the boxes of berries. "I'll try, but more than this might be pushing it."
"Neither have I," He tells her with a bit of a chuckle. In fact, he'd never thought of changing anything about himself. Why would he? He'd been fine as he was except for the lack of memories. Though he did hand over a small snack tray of cheese and crackers. "I know. Just, at least, try. We'll try food again later." He hoped she’d at least nibble, it would be better than nothing.
She giggled a little when he chuckled, though it was a little strained. Sitting on the edge of the bed she opened the box, taking out one of the berries, taking a small bite of the red fruit. When he handed her the other box she looked at him a moment and nodded, she understood what he was doing.
"I think I should be okay as long as we stay away from hot dogs." She shuddered slightly at the thought. "Actually, I think I may try to stay away from meat for a bit, if that is okay."
He watches her for a moment before grabbing a chair and pulling it over to the bed, sitting down. His hands needed to rest a bit, after all. It wasn't that they were really bothering them, probably a bad sign, but they wouldn't heal if he kept messing with them.
"It's not wise to stay away from meat. That's a good part of your strength and that's something that you need to keep up. Though I'll see if I can find something else," he tells her.
She looked at his hands a moment, setting the strawberries to the side so she could get the medical kit he had brought. "I'll try, but I don't know how I'll do. Here, let me see your hands." She held out one of hers for his. "At least I'm good at patching up. I was a pretty big klutz in college."
"Even if it's something small, it'll work," He tells her. They just needed to keep their strength up and that couldn't be done on berries alone. Some kind of meat had to be in there too. He hands her one of his hands and gives a wry smile, "I can't picture you being klutzy."
"Smallest kid in most of my classes, and usually had my nose stuck in a mechanical manual or music book. Twenty somethings usually didn't pay that much attention unless I was schooling them on a mistake. Guys, usually hated that since really they felt I was on their turf so would trip me up." She bit her lip as she reached for a bottle of cleaning solution. "This might sting a little."
"Can't sting any worse than the ordeal already dealt with," Jason tells her leaning back in the chair, watching her work. When the cleaning solution is poured over his knuckles, he doesn't even flinch. Whether it was from dealing constantly with it or some other reason all together. "Those guys were a bunch of idiots. Doesn't matter if a girl is smarter than you or not."
"It's because I busted their ego." She gave a faint grin. "It's something I'll always have to deal with, machines and music are both my passions." She noted how he didn't wince. Taking a closer look she realized he wasn't bleeding. "Okay, I saw those before you left, there should still be cuts..."
"Who cares if you busted their ego. Sounds like it needed busted," he tells her with a bit of a grin. Though he chuckles because he already knew what her passions are. She'd shown that countless times while he'd been staying with her. "Hmm?" He asks having not even been paying attention to the cuts on his knuckles. "They don't hurt." Though, far as he knew, there still were cuts. But she was telling him that there weren't. He wasn't really looking though.
"You aren't cut at all." She took a better look at his knuckles feeling a little jealous since her wrist was still hurting her. Stupid cuffs had been too tight, and the rope had only made it worse. "And they really did need it. I'm proud of being the second in the class. Only got beat out by another outsider in the class, which helped humbled them." She grinned.
The moment that she mentions he's not cut, he frowns. There was no way in hell that his knuckles weren't cut. Not with how badly he'd beat into the idiots back there. That frown deepens when he sees what she's talking about," I don't know how that's even possible." In fact, the idea that something like that could even happen scared him a bit.
"Maybe you're a meta? Would explain how you know how to fight...." She mused. "But would be something weird to forget." She bit her lip. “But most Metas seem to be either heroes or bad guys.” She shook her head. “Can’t see you in a costume though. I mean really only one that you’d probably wear since the memories from Gotham… How else would you know that Richard Grayson hates being called Richard? Though really can’t see you as a Robin, and I’m pretty sure Robin isn’t a Meta. He doesn’t look as bulked up as the rest of the junior heroes.” She wasn’t saying he was weak she just didn’t remember one that looked stronger than a normal person could get. The first one had been skinny, more of a lean build like a gymnast, the second, well he was a brawler she remembered that. Looking at Jason again she shook her head, he could fight and was from Gotham. And had ties to the Wayne family somehow, maybe went to class with one of Bruce’s kids that’s all right?
"Wouldn't I feel different if I was a meta?" He asks with a frown, rubbing his fingers over his healed knuckles. He shakes his head, "What if that's why I forgot? Someone came after me because of that. Did something to me." Though he chuckled at the Robin comment. “Don’t like tights?”
She shook her head. “Not that, I can’t see you in a cape. Tight clothes, I’ve seen you in tight shirts and jeans.” Though glancing at him she went serious. "I don't know. If you are you're the first I've met. I mean, the guys at college joked I had to be with my humming when we were in the workshop, but that was just because I wanted to focus. Not like they allowed us to wear headphones around the machinery..." She frowned hearing someone had come after him. "The voice, the one that shouted in that other language?"
The cape bit had him chuckle. "I don't think I've met any either," he says shrugging. At the mention of the other voice, he shakes his head, "No. Not her, I don't think. Pretty sure she just wanted to help." Or, at least he's sure that's all she wanted to do. The woman was still strange to him. He had a faint memory that she was dangerous, but that was it. He couldn’t remember why, though if she had thrown the knife that had freed him, he had some ideas on how she could be dangerous.
She sat back puzzled a little, deciding to check her wrist again, it had been wrapped with her shirt, but she knew she should clean and properly dress it. "Now makes me wish I didn't drop my phone. I, well I posted to a forum before we were grabbed. I could have added to it." Though that probably was a mistake mentioning to him now.
He watches her for a moment before canting his head. Jason was a little more than confused. Forum? Adding to it? "What forum, Mira? What could you of added on to?" That didn't sit right with him. What if.... Crap. "What did you put on there?"
"It was one of the bat watch ones..." She bit her lip. "Just that I was trying to find information. I wanted to see if I could help you get more memories back. I was going to add a picture, but that's when I was grabbed and dropped the phone, so pretty sure it didn't post that..." She bit her lip looking at him. Had she screwed up?
Jason felt like he couldn't breathe. Like something was gripping his throat and squeezing. "How do you know bad guys won't show up on that? Won't decide to coming looking. What if..." He gets up and starts pacing the room, "I get it, I do. But you did something very dangerous."
She bit her lip. "At the time I thought it would help you. I didn't know that Ashton was going to come after me because I broke Zach's fucking nose alright?" She didn't mean to snap, or even curse, but pulling the shirt away had stung, and looking, her wrist was still bleeding, badly. Clamping the shirt back on the wound she closed her eyes. "They won't be able to trace the phone anyway. It's under Uncle's name. He's been... Been gone over a year." She had kept paying the bill. As like most of the place, barely keeping it running, sometimes at the expense of her own health when things were tight. She knew she had an account her parent’s way of saying sorry for abandoning her. Hell she knew that even after they had died, the funds were still there she had never touched it after her uncle had told her about it. "And we've been using cash, no way that can be traced right?" She wouldn’t dip into the account anyway. At least as long as she could avoid it. Last thing she wanted was people her parents had owed money to to find her. She wasn’t part of that world. She would never be part of that world. Mira had fought hard to make sure that she wouldn’t be dragged into the darker realms of entertainment.
"That asshole has nothing to do with it," he tells her firmly. His paranoia was playing tricks on him. He goes and gets a bowl of water before coming back and kneeling before her. "Hold out your wrist. I'm going to clean it and bandage it up."
She bit her lip when he left her. The fact he knelt before her had her uncover the wrist, wincing as she moved it. "I was careful with what I put in the post Jay." She didn't look at him. "I'm sorry okay? Not like it would matter now anyway." She heard her voice crack, not sure if it was from pain or the fact she was upset. She wasn’t even sure why she was upset which was making it worse.
"It's not that," He tells her softly, he hadn’t meant to upset her, his free hand went up brushing hair from her face. "I trust that you were careful." It wasn't that in the least bit. No, it was that his mind went straight to the bad scenarios. The fact that some bad guy of the Waynes could've tracked them down. Like the strange woman had done. He doesn't say anymore on the subject though and takes the wet cloth starting to clean the wound. “Tell me if it’s too tight.”
She winces as the cloth touches her skin. She mangled it pretty bad fighting to get free, despite the fact that she had been tightening the rope that had been around her neck. "Did... I really screw things up?"
He uses the cleaning solution on her wrist as well before starting to wrap them up. "I don't know, Mira. I don't know who has or hasn't seen the forum. So we don't know if anyone tried looking or found clues. But we'll try not to worry about that right now. Let’s just focus on us and where we're heading after this." He looked up at her. “We’ll be okay, anyone comes for us I’ll deal with it alright?”
She bit down on her lip, because ow! That stung! Though she did her best to not make a sound, or pull back as he worked. His hands were gentle, and there was a small apology when she winced involuntarily.”So will you please show me your real face
Draw the line in the horizon
'Cause I only need your name to call the reasons why I fought”
"Take it tomorrow we leave then? Still head east?" She asked as he finished. The bandage was covered with a layer of black athletic tape to hold it still.
"How long did you tell the clerk we were staying?" He asks as he smoothed the tape. Depending on how long she'd told the clerk depending on long they'd stay. "We're still going to head east after this, though." He had a feeling that’s where he should go, East, towards Gotham. If he started feeling it was too dangerous he’d stop somewhere else to leave her.
"Two days. I told him I was in the room alone though. The screen showing the halls was mostly dead, so pretty sure they don't have best security here.” She was glad she had picked up on that fact. Though some places lacked security because they made money on the side dealing with people Mira really didn’t want to come across. For now though, it was a safe-ish place for a few days, and would give her a chance to try to sort out everything bouncing around in her head.
"Then we'll stay two days and after the two days are up, we'll head back out. Start heading east again," he tells her. "But for now, go ahead and eat more of your berries and then later we'll worry about dying our hair."
She gave a small nod, still feeling like she had messed up. "I, want to grab a shower too, hoping it'll help." She bit her lip again. "Jay, I'm sorry alright?
He leans up and kisses her forehead," Hey, it'll be fine." It's said with a small smile even as nods. "If you want to grab that shower now, you can. I'll help you cut your hair if you want."
She closed her eyes a moment, fighting flinching back, this was Jason, not the asshole that had hurt her. Though she did tense ever so slightly without meaning to. At the suggestion of him cutting her hair she nodded. "Please." She responded with a nod. "Well, I'll finish the strawberries first, thank you."
It takes a lot for him not to pull back when she tenses. When he knows that she wants to flinch. Not that he could blame her after everything that was done. Him? He doesn't let it bother him. What happened back there, that is. It was something that he couldn't let bother him. "Alright. After you do that and after your shower, I'll cut your hair for you and help you dye it." He pulled back giving her room. In his mind he was starting to think he had been to easy on the jerk. But there hadn’t been time, Mira needed the rope cut away, he hadn’t wanted her passing out again.
She nodded. "Guess I'll know what kind of girls you like." She tried to make a joke. "After all you picked the dye."
That gets a bit of a chuckle out of him before he shakes his head, "Funny, didn't realize that I liked other girls." It's said with a bit of a smile before he goes and sits down, tries to eat a little something himself. After all, he'd not really touched food since they'd gotten on the road. He'd not really slept either.
She gave a weak smile, scooting back on the bed so he could sit with her. "And you're the one changing me." She added nibbling slowly at another berry, She was hungry, but still felt sick from everything, so was forcing herself to keep it small just in case. "Did you get bottled water?" She had turned on the faucet when he had been there and when it had run rusty for a moment she had figured bottled water would be better than the chance of that. She’d risk bathing in it, but that was it.
"Not because I want to," He tells her before moving over to sit on the bed with her. At the question of bottled water though, he gets back up and grabs a few bottles before coming back to the bed and sitting down, handing one to her. "Of course I got bottled water. Who do you think I am?" The question was more rhetorical than anything. He honestly doesn't know if he's someone that remembers all of this stuff or if he's someone that forgets it.
"Do you want a real answer?" She retorts as she tries to open it, her frustration clear in her face. "Okay, I really hope this heals up soon. I can't work on cars with it like this. Could barely play the guitar while you were gone." At least her voice didn’t crack this time.
"I don't know, do I?" He asks with a raised brow. Though he doesn't help her unless asked to. Even if he sees just how frustrated she was getting. He'd help if she reallywanted it, but not before that. Not wanting to upset her more if she can't do it on her own and he just assumes she wants him to do it for her. He won't do that to her. The frustration in her face and voice though had him wanting to hug her tell her it would be okay, even if he wasn’t sure that was true or not.
"A guardian angel with a temper work?" She holds the bottle out with her good hand. "Ya mind? I keep trying I'll throw it across the room soon." It was clear she was trying not to snap again.
"You sure I'm an angel and not a devil?" He asks before taking the water bottle from her, opening it and handing it back to her. "I figured. I just didn't want to assume that you wanted or needed the help." After all, she was a very capable person on her own.
"Wasn't Lucifer an angel though?" She took the bottle back. “At least I think that’s what I remember when I used to go to church as a kid.” She couldn’t remember when she walked away from it. If she thought about it it would have been when she had started to have the visions in choir practice, seeing brass colored streaks in the walls. She had warned that the building wasn’t safe. Three weeks later there had been an electrical fire, luckily no one had been killed, but it was enough to keep her out of church for a while. Everyone blamed her for the fire. "I noticed I haven't fully had grip in it. Hoping it's just because it's sore." She switched her focus, not wanting to go there, not while Jason was having his own visions.
"Far as I know," Jason tells her with a bit of a chuckle. Though Lucifer was, after all, still the devil. Angel or not. He gives a bit of a nod," I hope so too. It looked pretty bad when I was cleaning it up. So it might take a while to heal."
"I made it worse fighting, but..." She wouldn't have done it any other way. There was still some satisfaction that at least two of the men that had grabbed her probably were never having kids. Ashton, wasn't included in that, but he had his Darwin Award. The thought of what happened though had her tremble slightly, turning into Jason biting her lip, she wasn't going to break into tears again honest. "Can we share the bed tonight? I know you need sleep. If not, I'll take the chair."
"I wouldn't expect you not to fight," He tells her honestly. In fact, even though she'd gotten hurt in the process he was proud of her. Happy that she'd ended up fighting as much as she had. He wraps an arm around her when she leans into him and he lays his head on top of hers," We can share the bed tonight. I don't mind." He rubbed her shoulder a little hoping to calm her. This time she didn’t flinch.
"Thank you. I, I'll go get my shower in. Sorry I didn't grab PJs. Thought one bag each, would be better jeans and a few shirts." Though she had gone through her bag, there was a pair of leggings. She was going to need to get things though, no way was she keeping what she had on, if only because she didn’t want the reminder of what happened.
"You're welcome." Hell, he hadn't even thought of grabbing PJs. That had been the last thing on his mind. "If you want, you can grab one of my long sleeve shirts and use it." Along with whatever bottoms she decided to grab. He could handle sleeping in jeans and a t-shirt. He had a feeling that it was something he did often enough.
She thought about it a moment and shook her head. "I'll be okay tonight, though we might want to actually get clothes tomorrow. Ugh Nevada heat in long sleeves though. And a scarf, because I'd rather not let people stare at the bruises." She didn’t mind, but less they risked people contacting the cops the better right? At least she thought it would be easier for Jason. He wasn’t bruised up, and people would assume he had been the one that hurt her.
"You sure?" Jason asks her. The long sleeves in the heat didn't bother him any. Then again, he was the odd man out. "Alright, we'll grab clothes tomorrow then." He wasn’t sure he liked the idea of her covering up if it made her uncomfortable. Though it probably would draw less attention.
She nodded. "There are some things that I need. I looked in my bag, forgot to grab another bra and this one is getting burned. I don't care." She shuddered. "I can go a day without, but no more than that." Because ew, bouncing around without support no thanks. She finished up the strawberries, and stood to get her shower. "Thank you Jason. I mean it." She stood there a moment watching him.
"We'll see about getting things tomorrow then," He tells her with a bit of a nod. They'd get clothes and a bit more food. It really depended on where they went exactly. "You're welcome, Mira."
She gave a soft smile, that actually went to her eyes, It wasn't fully happy, but it hinted that she would get there. "If you think we should leave that's okay. Really, I can't get into the casinos anyway. At least not most of them and Circus Circus isn't that great." She had been there a few times with her aunt and uncle, once a year just to get out of town and it had been boring to her as a kid. “Unless you want to go to magic shows, though seriously even those on the strip are meh.”
Jason gives a bit of a chuckle," Then we'll leave tomorrow. We'll get clothes on the way out of the city." It would be much easier to do it that way. Easier to just leave this city and go to the next. "Pretty sure I've never tried the casinos to begin with." He chuckled. Though as she left he rubbed his temples.
A woman in a leotard that looked almost as if it was a flashy version of a tux sat at a table, she and a man with broad shoulders talked softly.
“You know I’m going to worry. You’re you, there’s not a night I don’t worry.” The woman said than smiled as if realizing Jason was there. “Didn’t know you were up yet. You going with me to the hospital today? Pretty sure it will be an event the kids would love and I need a cute assistant.”
When the water turns on she lets it run a little to warm it up, though she doesn't take a quick shower, just long enough to get clean She's sure that curling up against Jason later will help with any aches and pains. Leaning forward against the shower wall she closed her eyes letting the hot water hit her back and shoulders. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, sinking to the floor of the shower, letting the tears fall. she had been trying so hard to rebuild after her uncle, and now, she was going to have to rebuild again. Somewhere new and it scared her. Things hurt more because she wasn’t even sure if she could do what she loved. Her wrist was messed up and she needed both hands for either music or tinkering.
Opening her eyes, she had to blink a moment, the whole room looked like rust for a moment. When she looked again it was back to normal. It would be a good thing that they were leaving soon, she didn’t think she could hide the fact she was probably crazy from Jason much longer. And she needed an outlet soon. The last time it had gotten bad she had rebuilt the jeep, tearing it completely apart. The whole ordeal had taken her four days, in which she hadn’t slept or eaten. Since then she took to her music writing new songs to curb the edge.
When she comes out of the shower he has a little part of the room set up. That way they could get her hair cut. They'd do the hair dye soon or first thing in the morning. "You clean up nice," he teases. Though he meant it too. She was a welcome sight after the confusing vision he had. It hadn’t been a bad one, just more people he didn’t know.
"I don't doll up well. I have a deadly serious allergy to heels." She said as she finishes rubbing the towel through her hair. She loved it long but if he was right, they needed to cut it, and she wanted to make sure if they were caught again, it wouldn’t be used to hurt her. "And too bad we're dying our hair, I like the white streak in yours."
"Heels aren't for everyone," He teases with a bit of a laugh. Honestly? Jason didn't want to change their hair. If it kept them safe though... he'd do it. "Maybe I'll dye my hair around the streak of white." He wasn’t sure yet, but he’d figure it out, getting her was the first priority.
"Good, you can wear em." She teased back. "I look cute enough in coveralls." She tossed the towel to the bed. "You could always just wear a cap."
She knew that wouldn't be a fix for her, there were too many pictures of her in a faded baseball cap. No way she was going to pull that look off without dye. "So, guess so it won't be in the way we should cut mine short. Glad it'll grow back. Once we're safe I'm letting it do that. I spent most of my life with long hair, only cut it a few times."
"No way. I'm not wearing heels, you couldn't pay me to," he grins. "Oh, I know you look good in coveralls. Coveralls and grease anyway." At the mention of a cap, he makes a face," It'd just get in the way." He wasn’t sure why, but he prefered glasses in the sun. Something about a baseball cap blocking views.
"Alright. We'll cut it short. Then dye your hair black and mine deep red." Funny how he kept adding his colors without realizing it.
She giggles at his face, an actual giggle, not forced at all. She was still trying to picture him in heels though. "Raven haired girls then." Yes she's still teasing.
“I like girls who aren't afraid to get dirty," he tells her with a bit of a grin. "Who know what the hell they want." He watches her," Have a seat, madam. And I'll cut your hair. Then start on the dye process. After I'm done with you, you can do me."
She took the seat flipping her hair over the back of the chair for him. Mira grinned at his comments though. "I don't know about the knowing what I want yet. I mean really what eighteen year old does? But I'll pay dues in both fields, because both are fun to me. And I can't see me with an office job. Suits look too much like prison uniforms for people who don't realize they're in prison."
"No one ever knows what they want," He states with a bit of a chuckle. "Much less at that age." Who would know anything about something like that? He's not even sure he knew anything like that. Though it was more about her than it was about him. "Well, then it's a good thing you don't work in an office."