Pyrite Town (Dean's Hideout) | Late Night
D-68 / M-46
"Dean--!" The blonde tried to ignore his name as he continued making his way into the kitchen. He refilled the kettle and was about to set it on the stove when he heard a loud thunk against the wall followed by a grunt of pain. Worried Dean left the kettle on the stove and rushed to where Justy was already splayed out on the floor with the towel doing very little to protect him anymore.
"Oh..." The moan of pain flared Dean's nurturing instincts and all thought of the injured man being barely clothed fell immediately away as he dropped down to check Justy's head. "I just-- I'm- I'm sorry..." Dean shushed him gently and carefully brushed the other's hand away. "It's okay, that's not important right now. Let me make sure you aren't hurt..."
Dean looked over Justy patiently, fingers pushing back the surprisingly soft locks from his head to make sure there wasn't any bleeding, then moving to make sure his pupils were reacting normally before finally letting out a small sigh of relief. "You're fine, just a bump. You shouldn't run with wet feet on these wooden floors, you know. You could have given yourself a concussion and that would be an embarrassing tale for both of us." Standing up he brushed some of the dust from his pants before holding out a hand to help Justy back to his feet. "Let's just get some sleep tonight, alright? We can talk in the morning if you want. But...thank you. For apologizing, that is. I'm sorry I was such a pill too."
With a small smile he made his way back to the kitchen and poured the water back into a bottle for later, having given up on the idea of a late night cup of tea. Finally free of his ire his body was feeling pleasantly sluggish with the promise of sleep and a large yawn signaled his own time to head to bed. "Goodnight, Justy," he offered politely as he head back to his room. "Sleep well."
The night went by almost peacefully, much to Michael's surprise. Though as he suspected he only had a little over three hours in the time he finally dozed off to the time he woke again he greeted the sunrise that morning with a renewed and hopeful heart as the thought of finally making progress on saving Lugia left him energized. From his new perch at the window where he had spent the last couple of hours sitting and waiting for the others to wake he noticed two figures walking up to the building. He didn't want to raise alarm just yet so he patiently waited for their visage to become clear and a smile broke out when he recognized them from the evening before. It was the blonde and Justy.
Dean and Justy were walking side by side, the animosity from the day before absent from Dean's body language. That morning they had made up properly, clothes and everything, and he no longer felt like smashing his head into a wall. Yesterday had been a tiring and eventful day for the breeder as he went from near complete isolation to a town full of people again but now that he had time to process everything he didn't feel so overwhelmed. All there was to do now was talk to everyone and decide what the plan for so many people together would be. Dean knew what he wanted just as Michael knew what he wanted so hopefully they would come together on something.
"Hey, guys," Michael called out gently, yet loudly enough for everyone to hear. "The others are back. Probably time to wake up."