Living Room./ Dining Room.

Zilo had been walking a couple of hours and looked at the girl he had been carrying he sat her down gently at the front of the door. He stood there and looked at her and smiled. "As promised i took you back to your room." He said laughing softly and looked back at to the mountains."I am glad that you can finally warm up." He said taking his wings in and hiding them so people didn't wonder what a guy with wings was doing here.

As soon as Zilo sat her down, Keller rolled forward onto her toes and lifted her hand to draw her fingers along the upper frame of the door, searching for her key. Finding what she sought, she unlocked the door and shouldered it open, "Welcome to my humble abode, ah....~" she blinked, stopping mid-sentence. "Pardon, I don't think we've exchanged names." She leaned back against the door to allow him in, sweeping her arm to the side in a lavish movement. "Again, thank you for bringing me home; you may stay, if you'd like."

He looked back at the girl in front of him. And shook his head. "Zilo Telavu." The name in the paper just a few days ago. He turned and looked at her and shook his head. "I am sorry but i wish to not come in to your house and disturb you anymore then i have." He looked back at the girl and smiled slightly. "Sides you don't want me to come in since i am a dead man in the papers." He said smiling slightly and looked at her and started to walk away from the house.

"You wouldn't be a bother, and... And that doesn't really matter to me, but..." A frown etched over her features as he began to depart, a sigh echoing from her chest as her dull orbs watched him walk away, "But... Goodbye," she called to him. Her shoulders slumped and her eyes downcast, she leaned back against the open door for support. "And there goes another one..." she whispered, lifting her hand to play with the wedding ring connected to the silver chain around her neck.

He heard her sigh causing him to sigh he didn't like when other where sad he turned around. "Alright then i guess it won't be to bad to spend a little time." He looked at the widding ring she was messing with and nodded and walked into the room with her unsure as to what to do he stood there in the center of the room looking around knowing his surroundings and turned around and looked at the girl. "So...Nice place you have." He said smiling slightly.

Keller watched him with dazed eyes, her frown transforming into an indifferent scowl, "Thanks," she said, continuing to stand with the door wide open, pressed against it timidly. She stepped away from the door---sliding it closed with the heel of her boot, whilst beginning to pull her waist-length, raven hair back into a loose ponytail settled high on the crown of her head. Pausing again beside the door, she slipped out of her rainbow socks and combat boots, before turning back towards Zilo, "Zilo, you don't have to stay here just because I want company. If you have somewhere to go, then go," she said softly; staring not at him, but at the floor in front of him.

Zilo laughed softly and sat down on what seemed to be nothing but air and brought his feet up and yawned a little bit, "I am fine i got no where to go. And sides didn't we want to talk a bit. Who knows maybe we can become friends." He said smiling. The reason he floated in the air was so he didn't get anything of hers dirty. That way it would be nice and clean he blinked a little bit as she scowled he mimiced her to make her laugh a bit.

Keller compliantly laughed at his mimic of her scowl, paying no mind to his hovering, "You know, I've always wanted to be able to fly," she said, after her laugh died away and a smile invaded her features. She sauntered over and sat daintily on the edge of her modern, ivory couch, before adjusting herself to a more comfortable position and leaning back into an unbelievably soft pair of green and white pillows. "Ah...~ The apartment, I designed most of it myself,~" she purred proudly, "I'd give you a tour, if you'd like."

Zilo laughed a little bit when she did and nodded at her comment about being able to fly he thought for a minute and smiled. He heard her mentioning about she designed this apartment herself he laughed softly and looked at the girl. "That's impressive i really like it." He let his feet touch the ground and smiled. "If you wish." He said laughing a little bit and starring at the girl in front of him. He gently walked over to where she was seeing her making herself comfortable.

A splash of emotion towards his praise brightened her normally bland eyes, as she stood up from the designer couch. The lush carpet indented under the pressure of her bare feet; the impressions remaining even as she stepped away and towards another door, "I'd love to show it to you, actually." She oustretched her hand out towards him--offering it to him---straightening her thickly framed glasses with her free hand.

He nodded gently and took her hand and started to walk with her letting her lead him by holding on to his hand. "Alright then lets view the rest of this lovely house," He said he was impressed with what he has already seen that was what he was thinking to himself. He had to say this was the best looking house he has seen even he smiled slightly and looked at the girl and noticed that her glasses. "Love the glasses." He said smiling not noticing them before.

Wrapping her hand around his, she began to pull him towards a stairway, her bare feet soundless against the cherry wood floor, "I'll show you the upstairs first, that way we can stop at the kitchen for a snack, afterwards," she cooed. She climbed the stairs swiftly with him in tow and laughed soundlessly. Her black tresses trailed behind her, as if dancing on the rush of air, "Thank you.~ Although... I don't like them all that much, but I have no choice in the matter."

He smiled as she was happy and that made him feel happy he looked at her and smiled gently, He let her drag him up the stairs and looked around and nodded when she mentioned the kitchen to be last he smiled as she said thank you. But also mentioned she didn't like them. "I think they add on to being cute." He said laughing softly. He let her guide him through the house room after room. He noticed her feet didn't make any sounds against the wood.

Making the slightest of sounds, Jethro slipped through the door and into the living room of Keller's house, closing it behind him with the same intent of not making a sound. His expression looked very tired, he was exhausted. Bolts of pain pulsed inside his head with every step he made in an effort to reach a chair, or anything he could sit on. Walking a few feet felt like a brutal struggle in his current state, but he managed to make it to a sofa.

"Why am I even here...?" He asked himself, sitting down, and laying his elbows on his knees, he let himself slouch forward. Confused, and tired, he simply kept quiet, trying to gather his thoughts.

"Get out! Get the fuck out of my house!" The shrill screech echoed from the kitchen, followed by the violent crash of a metal object hitting, and then skidding across, the wooden flooring of the professionally styled room. A door slammed; a male, scarsely dressed in a pair of plaid boxers and holding a white t-shirt to his chest backed into the living room; and Keller sauntered after, also very simply dressed in a pair of Hello Kitty, pajama short-shorts and a skin-tight, white camisole. She snarled at the male, pushing his chest ruthlessly---only to watch him stumble backwards, turn swiftly, and quicken his pace towards the door. "Get out," she said hoarsely, wrapping her bony fingers loosely around the neck of a nearby vase. "We fucking had sex and you fucking stayed the night in my fucking house, so what the fuck else do you want, huh? Get the fuck OUT!" Despite the sore-ness of her throat, she screamed the last word and continued screaming. "OUT, OUT, OUT!" She lobbed the expensive vase in his direction, nonetheless he slipped out the door in the nick of time. The vase thudded against the door and automatically shattered, "Fuck..." Keller said. She reluctantly stepped towards the mess, bent down, and begin picking up the various pieces, unaware of Jethro.

Jethro struggled to keep his eyes close in the midst of all the fighting, and with the final crashing sound of the vase hitting the wooden floor, he let out a sigh. "For fuck's sake..." He whispered, rubbing his jaw. "Just what is going on and who the Hell was that guy?" He expected no answer but apparently, talking to himself brought him some sort of comfort, so to say. He pushed himself off of the sofa, groaning as he made the struggle to stand up and headed towards the direction from which all the sound came from. "Who is--" he couldn't keep going.

'Keller...'

He saw her, and just seeing her was enough to take away his words. He didn't know what to say, and much less, what to do. Like an idiot, he remained standing right behind her, making no attempt to help her out or to get her attention. His suit was a mess, much like the rest of his appearance.

That voice. That voice was so familiar, so wanted, so needed---the single voice that could comfort her and send a shiver down her spine simultaneously. Keller shuddered, involuntarily squeezing the broken glass in her hand and wincing as it sliced into her vanilla palm. "Jethro," she whispered. As she rose to a stand---her knees cracking in response to the unwanted movement---and turned to face the intruder, a warmth coiled around and liquefied her stony gray eyes. Nevertheless, as soon as the warmth had entered, it disappeared. "What are you doing in my house?" she asked indifferently. She pushed passed him, numbly hitting her shoulder against his, and walked away from him---as if she hadn't realized the connection their bodies had made.

"I..." Jethro's eyes followed her movements, mesmerized by the contour of her delicate body, as always. Failing to say anything more than just that, he sighed in frustration as she walked passed him, and turned around to face her. "I don't know..." He said, the tone of his voice showing the degree of his exhaustion in just three words. "But..." He made the attempt to walk towards her, but unable to make more than a few steps before reaching for the nearest wall to support himself up. "Who the fuck was that guy just now...?" His words showed aggression, but yet the tone in which he said it was contradictory of that.

Gritting her teeth, Keller sent a worried glance in his direction---although she immediately scolded herself for it; he cheated on her, she should feel nothing for him, so... Why did she? Why was his voice sending the butterflies in her stomach wild? Why was the simplest of physical contact make her knees buckle? Why was her body numb with love and infinite other emotions for him? "You have no reason to be here. I want you out. I... I want to be alone," she whispered, no force behind her words at all. "He's... That's none of your..." Her knees shaking beneath her, she collapsed to the couch, "Get out of my house."

Jethro brushed his hair back, concern filling his expression and regret being one of the more predominant feelings in him, along with the emotional pain that it brought him to see her that way. Sure enough, he had been with someone else, and she had, too, but this moment... The feelings that it brought him just didn't seem right. He made the attempt to follow her to the couch, reaching out for the nearest wall to support himself after just a few steps, and sitting down on the first step of the staircase that led to the second floor of the appartment, just a few feet away from her.

"I can tell that you're lying to yourself..." He paused for a moment, keeping quiet. "I'm sorry."

"I want you out," she repeated. "I want you to leave my house." Keller inclined forward, laying her folded arms on her knees and pressing her forehead against her forearms. Her coal black hair cascaded forward with the movement, falling around her delicate body. "I just want to be alone..." The whisper was hoarse; it barely rose over the silence surrounding them. Afterwards, she was silent. Silent and unmoving, other than her bleeding hand, which shuddered soundlessly at her side. "Just... Leave me alone. Don't you think you've done enough?"

"I could leave you alone, Keller," he said, setting his elbows on his knees, "but, I can tell that that's not what you want." His voice didn't show that much emotion, but his face reflected the feelings of guilt that were inside of him. "I'm sorry..." He said, once again, "I'm... Goddamn..." He remained quiet for a moment, trying to find what to say. "And... I don't really expect you to forgive me, but I just wanted to let you know. I guess, it's the least I can do, right now."

Groaning in discomfort, she pressed her bloody palm into the couch, ignoring the pain, and pushed upwards---pushing into a stand and leaving a red stain on the couch. Stepping silently, she swayed over to the stairway. She stared down at him with an absolutely unresponsive expression, "Please..." Her arms, with a mind of their own, crossed loosely over her virtually flat stomach. "Please move. I want to lay down..." As they had earlier, her knees trembled beneath her.

Jethro blinked, and slowly nodded before painfully pushing himself up into a stand, moving out of the way. "Won't you talk to me at least for a while, I-- Mm..." He didn't finish, slipping one of his hands into his pocket. "But... I understand, and I won't stop you. If that's what you want, then... Go." He was holding back on his words when he said that, as he had no room to talk anymore that that. "Careful, those knees don't look like they'll hold for too long... You might fall, and..." he yawned, rubbing his eyes, "fuck..."