“You don’t even know his name, do you?”
Daniel looked over to see Anna standing in the bathroom door, toweling her hair dry. The white t-shirt reached her knees, and left her looking impossibly young. “He said we can stay.”
Anna sighed, then shook her head and hung the towel up on the back of the door. “Who is he?”
“I don’t…” He sighed. “He caught me breaking in. Gave me food and a hundred bucks. He’s okay.” Scary as fuck, but not the type to hurt kids. “You should go to bed. He said you can have the bed.”
“Daniel…” Anna crossed her arms and bit her lower lip.
“I told him about Trent. He can protect us.” Daniel gave her a reassuring smile. “Look at him, he could break Trent in half.”
“He’s scary.” Anna nodded. She took a couple deep breaths and started up the stairs. “Daniel?”
“What’s wrong?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t know.” She shook her head. “Something is strange about him.” She frowned. “He’s scarier than what’s hunting us, so what’s hunting him?” She shook her head again continuing up the stairs.
He watched her vanish into the bedroom. That was actually a good question. The guy carried a gun, checked the windows, had zero difficulty getting him into a sleeper hold, and… Daniel stood. What had he gotten them into? Still, they were better off today than they had been yesterday, and it had been a couple months since he could say that. He started another kettle of hot water.
The exterior door opened, and the big guy entered carrying their bags. Daniel immediately ran over to take one from him. He set it down behind the couch, then grabbed the dry towel and offered it to the guy. The guy gave him a blank look. Daniel shifted awkwardly. “You’re wet. And cold.”
Another blank stare, then the guy took the towel. He started drying his hair as Daniel went back into the kitchen. “Do you want cocoa, mister? I noticed some tea or…”
“You sure? Cause I can make —”
“Okay, then, I’m…” Daniel hesitated. “I’m gonna get in the shower.”
“More towels in there.” The guy pointed at a cupboard near the bathroom.
“Thanks, uh…” He swallowed. “What should I call you?”
“What?” The guy turned toward him.
“I mean, I can’t just keep calling you mister…” He shook his head. “I mean, unless that’s what you’re into and then hey, yeah, whatever you want but do you have a name or —”
“Stop talking.” The guy sighed. “Matthias.”
“Matthias?” Daniel shifted from foot to foot.
“Just Matthias.” He pointed. “Shower.”
“Right.” He grabbed a towel and went into the room.
After a couple weeks of trying to wash in the sink, the stream of hot water felt amazing. There wasn’t much in the way of product, just a bar of soap. He made fairly liberal use of it, then reluctantly left the shower. He blinked. The only clean pair of sweatpants he had was sitting on the counter. He hadn’t even heard Matthias open the door. Daniel dried off, then yanked the pants up over his hips before stepping out of the room.