Slade was just placing his bowl in the sink when he noticed that Tanya had also entered the kitchen, except she went straight for a bottle of water in the fridge. He watched her with a faintly noticeable smirk as she chugged down the water, and it widened into a broad grin as she turned to him. "I need a drink," she stated, and he walked closer as she jumped up to sit herself on the kitchen counter.
He placed a hand on her cheek, before he tilted his head to the side so that his neck became available to her. "Go ahead," he prompted, his other hand finding her hip. "Just try not to drain me dry, you know."
Jonathan frowned sadly as Junix looked to the ground. "Junix got into a fight,” she said, and he nodded in understanding. Even he'd had previous urges to physically harm the pathetic humans they were surrounded by, so he could kind of understand that she'd snapped on them. It was possible that she didn't possess as much self-control as he did. “I got into a fight. These girls...they were like the Unseelie...” she repeated, almost as if she was correcting herself. He honestly didn't mind that she spoke in third-person; it was actually kind of cute, to him at least.
“Junix is a Summer Fae. A Summer girl...” she continued. He nodded his head with a small smile. "I know, Ms. Summer," he joked, but went silent as he listened to the rest of her story. “I got angry...I struck her...She made me remember horrible things..." He watched as she started to sob and repositioned herself so that her head was tucked between her legs. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up so that she was stood on her feet, and then pulled her to his chest, not bothering to remove his arms from around her. "You will be fine," he cooed, "I won't let them hurt you again."
“If they are in her bedroom, I don’t think I want you to do that. Can’t have you walking in on something and killing the poor boy." The area around Alex's eye twitched in response to that, and caused his head to turn in the direction of the door with a small but audible growl. He didn't see the humour in it, to be honest, it only made his urges to go and stop them even greater than before.
He felt Erieda wrap her arms around him from behind, but his glare did not shift from the door. “You know I love you, right?” she said, and he smiled finally. "I'm aware," he replied, "and you know I love you, too."
Dahvie watched Symone's expression as she thought for a moment. “I don’t care which honestly," she said with a small giggle, "but a girl is the only one we have a name for,” she added, causing him to smile brightly. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek and letting it linger for a moment, before he ran his hands through his hair and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel from beside the door and wrapped it around his lower half. "So, what now?"