Koreena glanced from his closed fist that he held out to his dark gaze. “I have touched more than just your finger a few times now.” She frowned gently laying the palm of her hand over his white knuckles. Her thumb itched to stroke the tension from his fist that she put there.

He breathed in sharply, and turned his eyes away. He opened his other hand to reveal a small quartz stone that was gently pulsating. It began to glow bright and dull faster as he narrowed his eyes at it. “I don't have long, we were in the middle of something important.”

KC then boldly stroked his hand before giving a squeeze. “I won’t take up any more of your time. I just need to grab my bag and I’ll be on my way.” She paused wanting to tell him she was sorry for all the pain she caused him. She wished to tell him she was starting to care for him more then she should but she didn’t. It needs to be a clean cut.. She thought to herself and closed her mouth before she could create anymore problems.

He nodded once, and watched until the quartz gleamed, then all around them was suddenly white light. He breathed in deeply, as he waited to see where they had been sent. They landed in the corridor outside the apartment. Grabbing the door handle he pulled out some keys from his pocket and began to shuffle with them. “I don't have long, the stone will bring me back in half an hour right so.”

Koreena nodded, she waited as he opened the door ushering her in. She head straight for the bedroom, her heels softly clicking against the floor. She smiled sadly at the sight of the books on the bed, the shirt she had stolen from him last night to wear. She started to tidy things up, placing books back in their rightful homes.

“Oh don't worry about that,” came his voice, speaking quickly as he balanced two books him his own hands. “I can do that later. The important part is making sure you are comfortable riding back.”

He let eyes wander over the end collection and nodded slightly as he calculated roughly that each book was still there. Everything was there, after a quick estimate, and so that it was done in a matter of seconds and confidence. Then Charon grunted and stood taller. “Anything else you want?”

Koreena froze still bent over, she looked back. “There are many things I want.” She sighed before walking to the end of the bed where her satchel was. She slung the leather strap over her shoulder.

He looked dully at her briefly, before he then looked away. “I apologise for acting as I did. But things would have been worse right now if I had.” He ran a hand through his hair, staring at the piles of books as he stood still in the hallway.

“You did what you thought was right, I accept that. I also should apologize for the harsh words I said to you. My temper gets the best of me a lot - all the time.” KC smiled sadly as she walked towards him, thinking things could have been completely different.

“Hmm,” he grunted a little, taking in a long breath. “We all have our faults.” He pushed his hands into his pockets as he switched his gaze over to her. “Mine are habits that I cannot get rid of. Which is an excuse but …” he shrugged.

Koreena reached up and boldly let her thumb run across his furrowed brow. Small lines of tension ran across his forehead as she tried to smooth them out. “You have a bad habit of creasing your forehead when you are upset. You hold all of your tension here.”

“Well good thing I'm immortal and ageless,” he answered with a quick quip, “as they will never show as wrinkles.” Still though his brow furrowed, heavily and low.

“Good thing,” she grinned letting her hand run from his brow to down his cheek. Her hand cupped it for a moment before she let her hand drop to her side. She still liked the way his skin felt against her.

He had his eyes on her then, breathing now more regular. For a moment he just stared at her, lost in the warmness of her irises and the endlessness of her pupils. He let out a small sigh.

“I probably will be gone for a couple of days,” he said in a low voice.

She laughed softly, stepping close to him. Koreena stood on the tips of her toes and kissed his cheek. “Off saving the world… my superhero.” She whispered softly.

He froze, his body not going rigid, but into some form of shock. “Kora …” he murmured, uncertainty in all his tone.

“Yes, Charon?” She said softly, tucking a strand of white hair hat had fallen in her face. He began to shake his head. “We - this isn't right. We - you and I, like you said, belong in different worlds.”

Koreena’s plush lips fell into a deep frown as she looked away taking a step back. “I thought you were about to open up. Silly me, I understand and I did say that so I will stand by it if that is what you want.” She cleared her throat blinking a few times.

He looked appalled when she did, eyes wide; “That's not what I meant. Not really. I thought you didn't … and now you want … we never discussed …” his finger roughly gestured between them.

“I said it because I am scared shitless of commitment and you made it abundantly clear that a relationship isn’t what you want..” She paused taking a deep breath. “Being around you feels natural, Hell I even like being around your daughter and I don’t get along with females..” KC’s gaze dropped to the floor as she chewed on her lower lip. Selena had been right instead of pushing him away she should have told him that she liked him.

Charon’s face was streaked with pain, as he looked away. “It's complicated with me,” he murmured, “I'm free as much as I can be, but they'll always be things that I'm not in. Such is …” he cut off, uncertain. “Sorry. Right now I cannot commit to anything without first speaking to … other people.”

Kora nodded slowly, her eyes shined with unshed tears. She cleared her throat once more swallowing around the large lump that formed. And rejection… I am scared of being rejected.. She thought to herself. “Then if it is meant to happen we will meet again. I hope all goes well with your mission.”