Company at night

"Lynn?" Dexter's voice was heard from the inside of the house.

Lynn turned around and saw Dexter searching for him. "I'm out." he answered.

Dexter's worry started to fade as he saw Lynn on the terrace. He went to him and leaned next to him on the edge of the terrace.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked as he looked at him with a curious face and then at the cigarette in his mouth.

"I can ask you the same question. Weren't you sleeping?" he raised an eyebrow.

"I was... But I didn't feel your presence... So I woke up."

Lynn started to laugh. "Do you have some radars that tell you if I'm not close to you?"

Dexter chuckled too. "No. I just... I can't explain it either. Man, you're making everything impossible to explain!" he complained and blushed.

"Do I? Am I making everything impossible to explain or do you not have an explanation for your actions?" his grin widened.

"I... Oh shut it!" he blushed more as he covered his face with his hand so Lynn could not see his embarrassment.

Lynn chuckled and started to tease Dexter more. "Are you getting shy over anything I say?"

"What?! No, I'm not!" he screamed to try to convince Lynn, but he failed. Lynn grinned more.

"Oh yeah?" he smirked and looked at Dexter in the eye. "You're cute." he said and smiled.

Dexter immediately blushed and again covered his face. Lynn laughed. "See? You blushed?"

"No, I didn't!" he said, his hands still on his face.

Soon, Dexter started to shiver slightly and Lynn noticed. "Are you too embarrassed or are you cold?" he raised an eyebrow and extinguished his cigarette.

"N-no... It's cold... That's all." he bit his lip.

Lynn turned around and brought a chair. "Sit down." he ordered and Dexter did as he said.

He rushed into the house and soon came back with a fluffy blanket. He covered Dexter from head to toe with the blanket and told him to wait. He then went back into the house to the kitchen.

Meanwhile, the cat had finished eating and came to Dexter. Dexter took him in his arms and started petting him as he started purring and sleeping in his arms.

After some minutes, Lynn came back with a cup of something that looked like coffee. Dexter took it in his hands.

"Thank you. You didn't... Why did you bother to do it?" he brought the cup closer to his nose and it smelled like hot chocolate.

"Oh, it was nothing. I thought it might warm you up a bit." he smiled. It did warm Dexter up.

"It's amazing! Come to work at our café!" he said happily.

"Haha, good joke." he chuckled. "How much I'd want, I can't." he got a bit sad.

"Why?" he asked as he placed the cup aside and started to pet the cat again.

"When I got involved with Louis, I signed a contract. Paul, I, and everyone else who joined the organization did. It's a contract where you swear you won't work under anyone else's power only under his. It's a stupid thing, honestly, but I'm glad we make money out of this."

"Yeah... But still, didn't you feel at least a bit of remorse for the people you killed?" he looked at Lynn and his dead serious expression made him know what the answer would be.

"I didn't. It's true, I don't want to do it, but when I do, I get out my nerves on the people I kill." he said, lost in his thoughts.

"How?! And why?! How can you not even feel sorry for those poor people?! For their families that they won't see them again?! How?! Just imagine your beloved one being killed, how will you react?!"

Dexter's words were like a gunshot. Did he just ask Lynn how he will react if he was killed?

"How... Would I react... If you were killed?..." he repeated, standing there almost speechless, glaring at Dexter's insistent face.

"No, I didn't ask if I was killed. I asked if your beloved was killed." he explained.

"Yeah, you are that one person. So, I guess, if you were killed, I'll haunt the person that killed you until they go crazy and kill themselves." he said with a dead stare and his cold, normal expression.

Dexter was stunned by the answer and by how serious Lynn was while saying that. He opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it again and blushed instead.

There were some seconds of silence before Lynn realized where the cat was. "I see you two became friends." his cold expression disappeared.

"Oh... Yeah... He's adorable." he petted the cat's head.

Lynn smiled at the sight and then turned around again to the view of the small outskirts town he lived in. The lights of the houses and the blocks were making the sight even more beautiful. Dexter turned his head too and stared at the view for some seconds before asking "Why do you live here? Why didn't you choose our city since you have to work there?"

Lynn took a deep breath. "Well, you see, at the time I got this house from Louis, the city was pretty loud and inhabited by tons of people and tourists. I asked for this house because I wanted silence, and because Louis wanted to make me a present, he bought me this house. It is enough for me though."

"Enough?! This house is huge! I don't know how can you live in such a big house all alone."

Lynn smiled. "I'm not alone. I'm with you. And sometimes with Paul. I'm surrounded by you and him... and this little friend in your lap."

"Oh, by the way, I thought of a name." Dexter said excitedly.

"Amaze me. What name?" he rolled his eyes in a teasing way.

"Linter." Dexter said with enthusiasm.

"Linter? What name is that?" he frowned and tried to hold back his laugh.

"A name. I tried to mix our names, Dexter and Lynn, and to make a name for him out of them." he smiled. "You don't like it?"

Lynn scratched the back of his head and looked away. "No... I... You know what, if you want to call him like that, do it. I told you I don't promise I will, so don't ask me about it." he crossed his arms.

"Oh..." he looked at the cat in his lap with sadness. "Okay..."

Lynn rolled his eyes. "Anyways, shall we go to sleep? It's late." he suggested.

"Can we take him too?" Dexter asked with hope in his voice.

"No, we can't. He's a big cat, he knows to survive like how he did until now. You'll see him tomorrow too. Now, let's go." Lynn said and took the cup that Dexter let empty.

He slowly got up and let the cat down, giving him a last pat on the head before getting into the house and closing the door of the terrace.