More G/t

Ch2: Patch it up.

I stared at him as he held me in his hand. He asked if I accepted his apology. Well, of course I did, but I didn't want to be fooled in case this was a trap.

He stared at me expectantly, his tired eyes searching my body. Honestly I'd never thought I'd be in the presence of a human this long. Usually the story ended with the borrower getting killed or tortured, but this human wasn't doing any of that... he was apologizing. And I didn't know how to react. I mostly shied away from his gaze, it was extremely overwhelming.

"Of course the one time I actually say I'm sorry, it's not even to a real person." He muttered through his teeth, keeping the smile.

Of course he didn't think of me as a real person, what human would? I didn't really have a choice, but to accept it did I?

I nodded once again, feeling his hand tense beneath me.

"Ah, that's good." He said.

He stalked over to the small couch he lays on all the time, doing nothing but sleeping anyways. He rarely ever used his bed, which is why I choose his room as a base to go to during the night.

He slowly sat down, making sure I stayed in his hand. He adjusted himself to be comfortable, and then laid down on the couch horizontally, setting me down on his stomach. He was kind of sitting up, so he wouldn't have a problem seeing me. He then crossed his legs and put his hands behind his head, completely relaxing.

What was he doing? Didn't he know that I could almost easily escape? He was letting his guard down, and why was he acting this way? Did all humans act this way when they see something borrowing their food? Or, see a borrower at all?

Instead of closing his eyes like he usually did when he laid on the couch, he kept looking at me. Like he expected me to do something, would he let me go?

I stood up, and tried taking a step towards the open part of the couch. I felt the rise and fall of his body beneath the thick sweatshirt, and the faint radiation of warmth that came from it. He only watched, not making any moves to stop me. So I tried another step, glancing at his massive eyes. Was he really letting me go? Was he letting me leave?

As I was about to take another step, that would only give me three more steps until I reached his hip, I was interrupted by his hand. Cupping around me, to prevent me from continuing my pursuit. My heart sank, he wasn't going to let me leave. But why is he letting me roam?  I looked up at him, regretting the action soon after it was made. Because he looked serious, like he was silently telling me he wasn't letting me out of his sight.  My eyes  began to fill up with tears, and he seemed to notice, because he furrowed his eyebrows the slightest bit.

"Since we're on good terms. I figured I could trust you enough to stay with me while I get some rest, I'm... not gonna put you in a box like some miserable animal....you look like a person, alright? Can I trust you?"

He was treating me humanely... he was considerate, actually thinking about my perspective... how I would feel inside a box...

This time I actually hummed a response;

"Mhm..."

His eyes lit up a bit, and he raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, "Glad to hear it."

He nudged me away from the edge of his hip, and put his hand back behind his head. His eyes stared at me for a moment, before slowly closing.

I thought about trying to leave again, but I was curious why the human was acting this way. He didn't seem too hostile, but he didn't seem too kind either... at least he didn't kill me...

So I kind of, sort of sat there. On a giant person. I monitored his breathing slow, to a steady pace. Until I was sure he was unconscious, he looked completely at peace, his eyes closed and his hands supporting his head. Somehow that made me tired, I felt like laying down myself and having a nice rest. It wasn't like there was anything else to do... I didn't want to get on this humans bad side, so I kind of... laid down, and listened to his heartbeat.

I'll be honest it was weird, and soothing, at the same time. The soft rise and fall of his breathing helped ease my nerves as well, to the point where I didn't even realize I had folded a section of his sweatshirt over myself. And was  burying into the fold, as my breathing slowed to match his, and my consciousness slowly drifted away, even if I woke up dead...

I would still have had the most comfortable and restful sleep in my life.