Matrix smiles as he leaves the room. His ears had picked up the 'thanks'. He walks out into the living room and looks around. Cleaning and sorting and what not was defiantly wasn't his strong point but he can do a descent job if he wanted to. So he got to work.
Corbin reached down, shifting his pant leg aside to see blood spots weeping through the bandage. He sighed, not bothering with it as he rolled over to lay on his stomach with his head turned to the side.
Matrix was busy washing and cleaning up in the kitchen. His brow was furrowed, "I thought he did this already… It's filthy."
As much as Corbin wanted to go to sleep, anxiety kept him up. How could he sleep if he knew that a possible threat was in the other room? Matrix had been helpful in the past, and now, but he proved to be very deceiving. He thought about sleeping on his teams base, knowing then that there could be terrorists lurking just outside the walls. That’s what laying in bed unprotected like this felt.
Matrix sneezed and a shoot of flame erupted from his nose. He yelps as it catches the counter on fire and quickly extinguishes it. He looks around quickly to see if the human had seen. He starts to clean at the scorch marks as fast as he could.
He opens the fridge next. Immediately his mouth starts to water at the food but he shakes his head and closes it. He stands straight and looks around the organized kitchen. He had never done a better job at cleaning in his life. And that's saying something.
Corbin heard a whining, and looked over to see Orion sitting next to the bed. He clicked his tongue, and the dog jumped up, laying down next to Corbin with his head on his legs. He got comfortable again, now feeling warmer from Orion laying next to him.
Matrix sits down in the living room. His elbows on his knees and head in hands
Corbin laid there for a while, occasionally shifting a bit, but couldn’t sleep. He sat himself up, eventually getting out of bed. He went to the door, shutting it softly. He reached around to the back of his shirt, pulling it off, and then his pants. He slipped on a pair of loose fitting sweat pants, thinking that should be fine. It was too hot to sleep with a shirt, and he fully thought that Matrix had left.
Matrix looks around at the sound of the door closing. He sighs and starts pacing around the living room. Occasionally he'd run a hand through his hair nervously. He didnt feel right being in the house anymore. He felt like it was trap
Corbin went into his bathroom, leaning his hands against the sink. He gave a sharp sigh, testing his weight against this bad leg, but quickly stopped when a bolt of pain shot up it. It wouldn’t normally hurt so bad, but because of the cut, the pain was sharper and less of the usual ache. When looking at himself in the mirror, he felt weak. God, he was a sorry excuse for a soldier.
Matrix's eyes land on a photograph case thing. It had metals and a flag in it. It also showed who he presumed to be the human in uniform. He reach out and runs his fingers over the glass of the picture, "He is a soldier?"
If Corbin had seen the photo that Matrix had been looking at, he would have been able to say exactly when it had been taken. The photo was taken when he first went to the base at Afghanistan. He looked a bit younger, and had a bright, excited smile on his lips. He had been so excited then, eager to serve his country.
Matrix stares sadly at the photo. Hell he didnt even know the human's name and he felt sorry for him. In the picture he looked so exited. The demon was now a bit drawn to the human, What had happened to him?
Corbin picked up his razor and shaving cream, spreading a bit along his jaw and lower cheeks. He ran the blade along his skin, carefully shaving off the stubble. He had never kept any facial hair such as a stubble or beard long, thinking that he looked better with a smooth face.
Matrix sighs. He reaches up and un-hooks the display from the wall. He sits down cross-legged under where it was once hinged.
He opens the back as carefully as possible and flips it over. The metals shine in the light from the window. He runs his thumb along one that was small but looked important.
There were a few different things in the case. There was a set of dog tags, his name and other information listed on it, a US Navy Seals badge, and the Navy Cross. He remembered that ceremony to earn those. It was supposed to be exciting, something that a soldier would be excited to recieve. But instead of a nice ceremony, they were given to him while he was in a hospital bed.
(Oh jeez… That is sad)
Matrix pulls out the dog tags and squints at them. His eyes where bugging slightly so he couldnt see what was written on them in the dark. He puts all the stuff in an arc around him and starts with the metals. He holds up each artifact and examines them to the best of his ability. He gently replaces them as well onthe ground in the arc
(Yeah, it’s pretty depressing stuff.)
Corbin finished shaving, washing his face off with water before drying it on a towel. He stepped out of his bathroom, watching Orion whine in front of the shut door. He gave a huff, opening the door to let him out. Orion padded down the hall and into the living room, where he gave Matrix a small bark.
Matrix jumped so hard that the dog-tags fell from his and with loud thunks and clangs, "God damn it! DOnt do that!" He clutches at the pulsating molten mass of a heart.
Corbin heard a thump and Matrix yell. Orion gave a yelp at the noise of the metals hitting the floor, and Corbin’s eyes widened. He assumed that Martix had hurt his dog or something. He didn’t bother throwing on a shirt, going down the hall as quickly as he was able to, having to put a hand on the wall at how heavy his limp got. He saw that Orion was fine, but Matrix was on the floor with his dog tags and badges. “Don’t touch those!” He snapped sharply.
"Ah! Geesus!!" Matrix jumps again and stands. The human's dogtags where still clutched in his fist, "Your name is Corban. You where in the army?" He had been using the light from his heart to read the metals and dogtags. His own shirt was open for that.
Corbin frowned heavily at that, looking over at the dog tags. “Navy Seals, now come on, give that to me,” He said, holding his hand out for his dog tags. He didn’t like thinking about it, he didn’t want to think about it either.
Matrix pulls it away slightly, "What happened." He snaps
“You don’t need to know what happened, it doesn’t matter,” Corbin hissed, his hand still held out. Why would Matrix care about anything that had happened to him in Afghanistan?
"Yes it does. If it concerns your health." Matrix held the dogtags up above Corban's hand but doesnt give them to him