"I can carry those, Morgan," Nathaniel insists, already reaching for the grocery bags that Morgan was holding onto rather tightly.
She jerks her arm away from his reach and he sighs, the mere two bags in his right hand barely weighing anything at all. "You're still injured and I'm perfectly capable of carrying groceries," is her response, making an obvious glance to the sling Nathaniel's left arm is cradled in.
A couple of days had gone by since Nathaniel left the hospital to be in Morgan's care and he was still struggling with the life of a human, especially since he was being scolded a good majority of the time for pushing his physical limits. Even so, Nathaniel's days were fairly quiet since Morgan's work schedule took up most of her time and sleep would typically consume her the moment she entered her door, leaving very little time to have a conversation. Not that he minded, but the general silence every day was beginning to wear on him the longer he was left to think about everything he could be doing if he wasn't nearly human and injured. Still, at least Ceren hadn't shown up with bad news.
With another silent sigh, Nathaniel watches as Morgan fumbles with the grocery bags in attempt to retrieve her keys from her jacket pocket, which proves to be slightly amusing. She struggles for a moment before the key turns and the door to her apartment pops open, almost sending her stumbling forward from having been leaning on it. Nathaniel follows behind and closes the door before setting the bags on the counter and goes about putting the groceries away. Even such a minor chore ends up being a fight for dominance as Morgan darts about trying to put the heaviest items away before Nathaniel could even look in their direction. Her actions gradually begin to coax some rather cheeky comments into Nathaniel's mind and he bites his tongue to keep from letting any of them actually slip out of his mouth.
Once the unnecessary grocery battle is settled, Nathaniel takes a seat on the couch he spends most of his time on, reaching up to fuss with the strap of his sling as it rubs the back of his neck raw. "You better not take that off again," Morgan says sternly on her way through the room. Nathaniel scrunches up his nose for a brief moment, knowing better than to tell her that he barely wears it when she's absent. He had yet to see why the sling was necessary to his healing process, so the irritating factors of it became extremely apparent the longer he was forced to wear it.
The sling was the least of his worries as more time continued to pass him by; a human's timeline suddenly more obvious as he was forced to live by its rules. The further he sank into the tan couch, the closer his mind came to the memories of nearly drowning... Or being crushed. Nathaniel felt suffocated and lost, seeing as how he was still struggling to come up with a plan on how to get back home and handle Tristian. The fall had used up most of his spiritual energy in attempt to protect him, which left him incredibly vulnerable and practically human. His mind had also been wandering from time to time, practically forgetting that he needed to get back home to solve a rather important issue, and would end up cleaning the apartment instead before returning to the couch.
A heavy sigh exits Nathaniel's nose as he lays his head back against the couch, letting his eyes close, acutely aware of how bruised his body still is and despising it. However, a sharp knock on the front door jerks his head back up and he hardly has any time to process the sound before the door swings open. "Morgan! What have I told you about not locking your door?" the entering woman shouts in an almost irritated tone. Nathaniel gets to his feet and his movement doesn't go unnoticed, the woman stopping rather abruptly to assess his presence with obvious suspicion in her hazel eyes.
"Jules?" Morgan suddenly calls back, a confused tone lacing the name as she comes shuffling down the hallway to verify who had actually shown up. The expression on her face is enough to let Nathaniel know that the stranger woman is definitely no stranger at all, allowing him to relax a bit more. "I'm surprised you didn't call to let me know you were coming over," Morgan adds, obviously implying something less friendly as she moves to stand near Nathaniel.
