The ride to his house was quiet, but not in an uncomfortable way. Every now and then Cas would say something to which she would respond and then the silence settled again. He just enjoyed her company. Nothing needed to be said. As he approached his house, he could tell Abigail was getting nervous. The car came to a stop and he stepped out, opened her door and led her inside. She looked amazed. If only she could see the buildings back on Eden. "Thank you" he said with a slight bow as he motioned for her to sit on the couch. "It looks like my relatives are out so we've got the house to ourselves" he informed, his master plan once again circulating in his head. It was as if his brain was in a war with itself on what he should and shouldn't do. "Would you like something to drink? " he asked while his brain sorted itself out.
Aidan stood impatiently waiting for Abigail to respond or for Cordelia to return but neither seem to be happening anytime soon. He leaned back against the wall and immediately pulled his phone out as it buzzed, thinking it would be Abby. He was a bit dissappear when it wasn't. He read Roman's text and furrowed his brows.
[To Ro]
[Msg: If she went home with some strange man she just met she is going to be in deep trouble]
He didn't really plan on doing anything, he was just a little disappointed that she wouldn't tell him something like this. Finally he saw Cordelia approaching and he smiled softly as she apologized. "Don't worry about it" he assured her. "Is everything okay?".
Leon groaned as Cordelia voiced his opinion. He knew she had a point, but Cordelia also didn't have anything to hide and she knew that as well. He guessed that was why she didn't insist on Leon following the man. "I'll see you at home" he nodded and gave her a small wave as she left. He sighed and headed down the front steps, Eden bound. He continued to think about the handsome man over and over again, no matter how hard he tried to push him out of his thoughts. Eventually he came to a fork in the road, literally. He could easily continue going left until he reached the abandoned buildings from which he and Cordelia usually took flight, but before he could protest, his feet were taking him in the other direction. He wasn't even thinking, just doing, and before he knew it he was on the handsome man's porch, knocking on his door. He had officially dug his own grave.