Dax and May: To Their Room
Dax led May quietly out of the hospital, passing by a boy carrying a rather sickly looking girl going in, turning just a bit to stare as they went by. His attention was quickly turned to May, giving her a tiny smile, "What a messed up night this has turned out to be," he told her with a bit of a heavy sigh, stress coming across thickly. As they got further away from the hospital, Dax didn't want to assume anything, but he simply led May up the stairs without a word. As they approached the top, Dax noticed that people were washing the dishes, and that the Cafe's were cleaning up on their own without him, and though he felt guilt, he didn't even try and stop to help. He'd been given the night off, and though it was against his nature to take it willingly, he needed time to decompress, and no one would be able to help him with that other than May.
Turning, Dax led May away from the Cafe's, but stopped halfway down the corridor, leaning in close to May, pressing a kiss to her lips as his hands fell to her hips, pulling her close. "I do believe you promised me dessert of some kind, any, particular dessert you had in mind? Or shall I simply, you know, make my own dessert," his eyes traveled down her body a bit then back up, cocking his eyebrow. He was still kind of stressed, finding it hard to get in the mood he was in earlier, but being here, even halfway on the way towards their bedroom, the tension in his neck was slowly leaking away. He would have led her straight to bed, but he didn't want to presume anything, of course, and besides, he had more class than that and thought more highly of May than just "the girl he slept with".
Turning, Dax led May away from the Cafe's, but stopped halfway down the corridor, leaning in close to May, pressing a kiss to her lips as his hands fell to her hips, pulling her close. "I do believe you promised me dessert of some kind, any, particular dessert you had in mind? Or shall I simply, you know, make my own dessert," his eyes traveled down her body a bit then back up, cocking his eyebrow. He was still kind of stressed, finding it hard to get in the mood he was in earlier, but being here, even halfway on the way towards their bedroom, the tension in his neck was slowly leaking away. He would have led her straight to bed, but he didn't want to presume anything, of course, and besides, he had more class than that and thought more highly of May than just "the girl he slept with".