Bridge kept a tight grip on his hand, thankful for his presence. He followed him along the hall and up a couple flights of stairs until they reached the fourth floor. Now, he could hear whoever it was on the floor just below them. They moved fast.
Wolf cursed in a foreign language—a particularly angry language, as it had many colorful curse words—and led Bridge to the other side of the building to the second staircase. "Let's hope they won't go down this way," he murmured, as if afraid his voice would resonate to downstairs.
Bridge only nodded, looking up at Wolf. He was putting all his trust into him, but that was alright.
Wolf led them down the stairs, staying as quiet as the could. They, unfortunately, had to go slow to minimize the amount of noise they made, but they were making relatively good time.
Eventually, they reached the ground floor, the sounds of any other activity faded by now. Bridge breathed out a slow sigh of relief but still clutched Wolf's hand.
"C'mon, we're almost out of here," Wolf murmured, squeezing Bridge's hand briefly as he led them out of the motel. He glanced around for a different place they could hide for a little bit.
"Okay…" Bridge agreed quietly, following him out into the alley. To the left were buildings that had already been inspected, and to the right were buildings that had yet to be inspected.
"Left is always right in my opinion," Wolf said to himself as he went to the left, hoping that they weren't walking right into the hands of the watch.
"These have already been checked, I think. We're going backwards again - see, there's the bakery," Bridge pointed out the small, lanterned door as they went past it.
"Okay, good. So my backwards logic works once more," Wolf breathed, sighing heavily.
Bridge smiled a little, still clutching onto Wolf's hand. "Do you…see anything we could…use?"
He narrowed his eyes as he looked, attempting to figure out this part of the city once more.
There was nothing much out here - a large apartment building that looked abandoned, an rusty italian restaurant, and a car park. Not much else.
"Uhhh, let's go with the most civilized spot and head to the large apartment." Wolf looked down at Bridge to see how he's doing.
Bridge looked up and nodded, smiling a little. He would be back to his old self a couple of minutes in a new bed, he knew.
Wolf smiled and let go of Bridge's hand to ruffle the boy's hair. "See? Told you it'd be okay."
He blushed some, leaning into Wolf a small bit. "You were - you were right. Thank you."
Wolf smiled and hummed, wrapping his arm around Bridge comfortingly.
(imma sleep now)
Bright sighed - a satisfied one, if not a happy one just yet - and pushed open the door of the building.
(I have to as well)
Wolf helped to keep the door open as they walked in, looking around to gauge the quality of the apartments available.
It seemed to be a pretty standard apartment building - a sign outside promised a bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and living room, with working water and electricity.
"Well, it's no five-star penthouse, but it could be worse," Wolf commented as he stepped inside and looked around some more. He was certainly concerned about being found again, but he didn't let his worry show on his face for Bridge's sake. He didn't need two of them worried and then inevitably start getting spooked by their own shadows.
Bridge nodded, pointing towards the stairs for the two to go up.
"Okay," Wolf said with a relieved sigh before heading over to the landlord's office to see if there were any keys he could snatch.
"There's one here," Bridge mumbled quietly, taking one from inside a pencil jar.