While we were walking all the way toward the communal shower, somehow I started to get used to Leo's touch in a matter of 5 minutes or so, despite the fact that we had been bickering for all that 5 minutes passed.
His hand, it was incredibly gentle, holding mine, as if he became a whole different person from that... starving and lunatic lion. Surprisingly, instead of trembling like crazy, I did feel safe walking with him by my side. I even felt comfortable enough to start observing the whole hallway, taking note of their red and black color palette, which seemed to be the Hunters of New York's favorite palette, even the guestroom I stayed in and the parking lot were both decorated in red and black. And the lighting around here was strangely dim, combined with the all-black metal walls, I did have to peer in order to read some holographic signs along the way.
