Elliot frowned sadly, but nodded again. A quick phonecall was made, and an ambulance summoned. He briefly wondered how they'd get him down from the rooftop. "Time magic," he commented after he'd hung up. "That's ... so am I lucky that portal didn't take me back in time or something?"
Down below, René's pacing was interrupted by a familiar voice echoing in his mind.
'Zexal helped the kind warm thing again. It did good? It would have killed the other one, that one was frightening, filled with all the wrong feelings. Hurt made her happy. But the new one scared it, it didn't want to be hit with the loud metal-thrower.'
"Zexal," René whispered softly, searching around for the source of the voice. His eyes came to rest on a particularly dense patch of shadows at the edge of an alley, and he made his way over. Large white eyes blinked open from their midst, searching him for intent, but the creature didn't shrink away. René took a breath, forcing himself to push the thing's alien appearance out of his mind, and crouched down. "Thank you. Yeah... you did good. You saved my life again, that's gotta be good for me, at least." He smiled. "Are you alright? She stabbed you, right?"
'The sharp-thing cut, but Zexal fixed the cut with her warmth. Still hurts. But no more bleeding. The kind warm thing isn't afraid of Zexal any more?' The voice sounded pitiably hopeful.
René nodded his head. "Yeah... I'm not. I'm glad you're alright. And uh, my name's René. If you want to call me that instead of kind warm thing." He laughed lightly at the absurdity of the conversation. "You probably shouldn't stick around too long, in case that policeman sees you again, but thanks. Seriously. Come and find me again sometime, when I'm alone, and we can talk more, yeah?"
'Talking is good. Zexal likes to talk, but most things won't. Too busy running or fighting. It will, it will! Find René again, easy to find, it remembers the kind ones.' A slighly unnerving smike broke the surface of the shadowy creature's face, its sharp teeth bared. René forced himself again not to shrink away. Instead, he put his hand out, tentatively - like one might to a stray animal. Zexal watched it curiously for a few moments, then put out a tendril in return. The slimy extremity wrapped ever-so-gently around his hand, making him shiver at the alien sensation. 'Touching. Nice touch. Warm, soft... no anger. René is nervous but trusts, is worried about the wolf-friend. Thinking of the wolf-friend makes him warmer, too.'
René blushed, then laughed. "I guess so. Man, this is weird. Not bad weird, but still." He smiled to Zexal, then gently pulled his hand back. "I ought to get back to where I was before Elliot or the cop spot me here," he said. "But thanks again. I owe you, bigtime."
'Zexal will find René again, soon, for talking. And more warm touches, maybe, if René gives them. If René needs Zexal again, he calls, and Zexal will hear.' The creature retracted its tendril, and with a final glance up towards the rooftop, shrunk back away into the shadows.
Stepping back and straightening, René breathed a sigh of bewilderment. His life saved twice in as many weeks by a ... he found it hard to think of Zexal as a demon, now. Voidling, was the term it had used last time, whatever that meant. He paced his way back across the street to take up position waiting for Elliot.
Thinking of the wolf-friend makes him warmer.
He blushed again. Something about the way the creature had put that was ... well, it wasn't how he would have phrased it, that was for sure.