He glared at her, then his glare turned to Delia, "Can I trust you? With my son's life?" The man asked.
Without hesitation, Delia nodded, already sure that she wouldn't let anything happen to the boy, "As long as you don't try to shoot one of my friends, you can trust me with his life."
This seemed to satisfy him and he relaxed ever so slightly, motioning for Blythe to hand over her weapons to Delia. "All of them will go to her, until you leave tomorrow, she will be in charge of them."
Blythe nodded, holding out her gun and daggers to Delia, cocking her head a little bit as she did so, lips pressed in a thin line.
Delia took the weapons, taking some time to stuff them into the pockets of her backpack that she could reach.
"Now you can come in, I'll show you to the room you can stay in." The man said, nodding at Blythe even though he still scowled at her, "I'm Thomas, for your information, and the boy is my son, Liam." With that, he motioned for the group to follow him as he turned into the house with his gun gripped tightly in his hand.
Blythe nodded a little bit, feeling bare without the weapons she was accustomed to. Jay was just glad that his hair was hidden away beneath the hat as they went inside.
"There's a spare room down the hall, I hope you three don't mind sharing," Thomas said, leading them into the house. On the left was a large living room, and on the right was a spacious kitchen and dining room, both on either side of a hallway leading through the house from the front door. Like he had said, there was a spare room, down two doors on the left and directly across from a staircase leading to the second floor.
Delia was silent, though walked behind Thomas, scanning the house warily.
Jay nodded a little bit, eyes flashing around the house. He knew he wouldn't be taking his hat off tonight, not after Thomas's reaction to Blythe.
He motioned into the room once they reached it, revealing a simple room that looked right in line with a farmhouse. A single bed was along the wall and a window was on the opposite wall, looking out at the barn. Other than that, it just had a gray rug and a wooden dresser near the bed. "If you want to eat, I'll be cooking something up in an hour or two." That was all Thomas said before turning and walking away, his son right on his heels.
Delia took the first steps into the room, looking around before setting her backpack right next to the dresser along with her gun, "You guys can take the bed, I can sleep on the floor."
Jay nodded a little bit, then squinted at Delia. "I'm not sharing a bed with Blythe!" he exclaimed, glancing at the other girl for a moment. "No offense."
"Then play rock paper scissors for it," She said, rolling her eyes and hiding a tiny smile, "I don't care who sleeps on the bed." Already she was settling in, sitting down slowly next to her bag with a satisfied sigh.
Jay sighed. "Fine. Blythe can have the bed. I doubt I'll sleep anyways." He replied.
Delia nodded, leaning against the dresser and setting her crutches to the side, "Sounds good." She went silent at that, rubbing her injured leg gently and just relaxing.
Jay closed his eyes for a moment, then walked to the window to look out.
She stayed quiet as she rubbed her leg, trying to flex it and finding out happily that it seemed to be healing. At least that meant that maybe soon she could ditch the crutches and just hobble along.
Jay kept looking out the window, frowning a little bit.
"What are you thinking about?" Delia asked, rolling her shoulders as she settled onto her slightly uncomfortable spot on the floor of the room.
Jay blinked. "Oh. Nothing important." He replied, shaking his head slightly.
She nodded, seeming to be fine with his answer as she pulled her bag in front of herself and started looking through it for something.
He let out a quiet breath, not taking his hat off. He didn't intend to remove it tonight at all.
Delia eventually closed her bag, not taking anything out of it and instead just pushing it behind her so she could rest against it again.
Jay glanced over at Delia for a moment. "I'm going to stay up." He announced. "I don't trust that man."
"He seems nice enough to me, I think we can trust him." Was Delia's only reply as she studied her healing leg, internally debating whether to start taking the casting off or not. It felt like it was healing up and getting close to being able to walk on it, but she wouldn't know for sure for about another week.
Jay shrugged. "You can. Not Blythe and I. Not unless we want to wake up with a bullet to the brain."
She nodded slowly, looking up at him, "I suppose that's true. But to him, you're like me, remember? We only have to watch out for Blythe really."
Jay shook his head. "If I take off the hat, the hair, plus the eyes, will give me away."
"He won't notice unless you take your hat off though," She replied, shrugging and glancing at the door as if she thought Thomas was listening to her.
