09-25-2014, 07:43 PM
They turned the corner before the police arrived and Jensen breathed a sigh of relief. The family would be okay and most importantly, nobody was hurt in the ordeal. Except the thief, he remembered, and regret replaced relief. He'd checked the man to make sure his ties were secure, but he should have offered to heal him.
Little good it would do to dwell upon it now. Calvin asked to be dropped at a bar. Even if Jensen knew the neighborhood, he wasn't fond of the idea of leaving an obviously bothered individual alone to drink. Those were the kinds of demons Jensen chased, until a blessed individual showed him the light. Hopefully Doulou was well.
Calvin's presence wasn't something he could dismiss. Heaven help him, but Jensen was acutely aware of his presence. Not only asking what he had, but the way he steadied himself when the bike took a turn.
He never drove to the bar that Calvin requested. Instead, he drove to the place he was originally headed before the whole ordeal began.
He pulled into a garage beneath a nice building in the MSU district. He owed Calvin an explanation, though.
So after they were on their feet, Jensen finally pulled the helmet from his head and shook out his hair. Concern softened any other expression that might have crimped the corners of his eyes.
He stretched out a hand and properly introduced himself. "Jensen James."
It almost hurt to say his own name, but he said it none the less. It was a step. "I hope you don't mind this rather than the bar. I don't have any alcohol, but I do make an outstanding lemonade."
The garage door was behind them. Calvin could leave if he wanted and Jensen wouldn't follow.
Little good it would do to dwell upon it now. Calvin asked to be dropped at a bar. Even if Jensen knew the neighborhood, he wasn't fond of the idea of leaving an obviously bothered individual alone to drink. Those were the kinds of demons Jensen chased, until a blessed individual showed him the light. Hopefully Doulou was well.
Calvin's presence wasn't something he could dismiss. Heaven help him, but Jensen was acutely aware of his presence. Not only asking what he had, but the way he steadied himself when the bike took a turn.
He never drove to the bar that Calvin requested. Instead, he drove to the place he was originally headed before the whole ordeal began.
He pulled into a garage beneath a nice building in the MSU district. He owed Calvin an explanation, though.
So after they were on their feet, Jensen finally pulled the helmet from his head and shook out his hair. Concern softened any other expression that might have crimped the corners of his eyes.
He stretched out a hand and properly introduced himself. "Jensen James."
It almost hurt to say his own name, but he said it none the less. It was a step. "I hope you don't mind this rather than the bar. I don't have any alcohol, but I do make an outstanding lemonade."
The garage door was behind them. Calvin could leave if he wanted and Jensen wouldn't follow.