Enteinne was torn between staying right there with his sister to make sure this person didn't touch the second most important thing in his life... and following the other man inside for food. He hadn't eaten since the night before - which really wasn't unusual with the eating habits both he and Alisa were used to - but going close sixteen hours without anything but a few swallows of water still made a man's tummy rumble.
He lifted his head off his sister's shoulder to let his gaze follow the fellow named Corey as he headed up the steps, then twisted around to eye his sister and that fellow named Nick. Alisa actually seemed okay being around them. Okay for her anyway... She was still pretty skiddish, as evidenced by how she hugged herself close and stuttered when she talked. But she wasn't running scared. That counted for something. That counted for a lot. And neither of the boys had any feelings rolling off them that could be read as a threat.
If was that observation that made his decision for him. If Alisa was finally reaching out to befriend others - and said others didn't have a feeling of anger or hatred or any such thing coming off them - than Enteinne couldn't let himself stand in her way. And hanging around all protective-like wasn't going to help. Besides, he had a lock on her emotional feed now that he was in range and if she started panicking or getting scared or angry, he'd feel it and could come running.
So he gave his sister one last squeeze around shoulders and a murmured 'have fun' and went after Corey, "So you be de cook, eh?"
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