37. Comfort and hurt

                                    

                                          
Chapter summary: Edge manages to steal some of your time ! He's so vague tho wtf
                          
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Previously . . . 
                          
"howzabout we go to grillbs?" 
                          
You shook your head no. "Ares and Atlas are coming over tonight. It has been a while since I saw them." You say, standing up and picked the backpack from the ground. Groaning softly as you bent over to pick it up and slung it over your shoulder, stumbling back a bit from the momentum before catching yourself. 
                          
"ya saw em a day ago." 
                          
"Exactly, I miss them." You huff, walking beside Red back to the house. A feeling in your chest that you couldn't identify.
                          
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Present 
                          
"Hey.." 
                          
"wut now?" 
                          
Wrinkling your nose at Red's snappish tone, you turned on your head and continued walking beside Red. "I mentioned Atlas and Ares knows...if you don't believe me, you can.. I don't know? Look for confirmation there?" 
                          
Red's sockets narrowed, his hands retracting from his pockets as he shrugged. "nah, i believe ya." 
                          
Yet as he avoided your stare, you couldn't help but doubt his words. It wasn't everyday that an actual grim reaper made themselves known, especially to mortals. 
                          
You held the backpack straps tighter, feeling stupid that you brought your book outside to show— 
                          
"ey!" Red suddenly shouted, grasping your arm and pulled you back just as a vehicle drove by. "i get it, yer immortal! ya don gotta prove it!" 
                          
Furrowing your brows, you glanced up at Red before looking around, unaware how close to the house you were and how close that vehicle was about to hit you. You tore your arm from Red's hold, a small frown on your lips. 
                          
"Jeez, what's up your ass?" Pausing shortly, you shook your head and pinched the bridge of your nose. "I'm sorry.. bye?" After saying  your goodbye, you continued over the lawn and to the front door (pushing yourself to walk faster) then pushed it open.
                          
To your amazement and utter surprise, the door clicked shut behind you with a heavy thud. A soft 'wow' escaping your lips as you kicked off your shoes and giving one final glance at the deadlock, you turned and hobbled towards the kitchen. 
                          
By the time you had coffee in front of you, you were ready to keel over. The tissue formed around the stitches pulled in protest at your every move and you were exhausted. Although you didn't want to admit it, those vials of health worked wonders despite the gods-awful taste it left behind. 
                          
A soft knock on the door caught your attention as you looked down the hallway, a bit confused. Who'd knock at this house? 
                          
Slowly lowering the hot cup of coffee into the coaster, you began to slowly stalk down the hallway with light footsteps. 
                          
Grabbing a stray shoe from the shoe rack, your gaze locked on the wiggling doorknob as the doorbell ran through out the house over and over again. 
                          
Patience running thin, you dropped the shoe and threw open the door, ready to unleash off of underworld on some unsuspecting mortal. 
                          
However, the words and annoyance died  at the sight of the tall skeleton. His arms crossed over his chest, his browbones furrowed and finger pressing down on the doorbell.