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_{There is a small warning bell inside of his brain, because she is inviting him inside of her house. He wonders then if there was someone else inside of the house, because he isn’t sure Mrs. Martin would like an older guy, a cop, inside of her house with her daughter. Then again, he isn’t sure how their dynamic is, or maybe it’s his own paranoia.}

_{His green eyes focus on her as the door opens, he turns the key, the lights going out of the car and he opens his own. “I will stay until your mother gets home.” He points out, adjusting the collar of his shirt, casually placing the cold dogtags on its front, as he was bothered by the coldness of the metal.}

_{Her eyes fall on the dog tags around his neck and Lydia wonders what they say. She doesn’t know much about the deputy and that is a little worrying. She doesn’t even know what he is. That is more than just a little worrying, considering the fact that she saw him walk into the police station, covered in the ashes. Lydia tucked her hands into the pockets of her skirt as she started the walk, leading Parrish away from his squad car and under the bright lights.}

_{“Are you alright?” It’s a question that she already knows the answer to. But it’s the confirmation that she needs. She can expect the word no to fall from his lips. Unless, of course, he ends up lying to her. Lydia is still shaky after witnessing the deat of the orderly so Jordan Parrish must be more than just a little shaky. “Would you mind if I call you… Jordan?"}