Lee was so bloody lucky that driving proved to be a suitable distraction away from Cait, because having been watching over her as he had, he knew that there were certain things she did that drove him a bit crazy, more crazy than a person with a sane mind should be. It was the little thing honestly, the way she tucked her hair, or pushed her glasses up her nose that got to him.. He knew he had a very inappropriate crush on her, and that's probably why he'd kept an eye on her, but he'd ask any sod on the street if they wouldn't do the same thing for the bird they fancied. He knew he'd be in the majority, because as it turned out humans don't like things they fancy being hurt. Go figure?
As she said she didn't want to go back to her place he nodded. He didn't want her going back there either, it was far to dangerous. As she continued to sort of think through everything out loud he couldn't help but smile slightly. She would need a new car, and definitely needed to lay low for a few days, but the mention of a new apartment sort of made him feel uneasy. No, he didn't want her finding another place, as awkward and insane as that sounded. He liked to think that after a few days with him she'd want to stay there with him, under his protection. But he wasn't going to keep her there against her will. He wasn't a stalker, no matter how many times he bloody called himself one.
She kept her external thinking going, but the part about not knowing why her parents wanted her back confused him. She was their daughter after all, shouldn't they want her back because the loved her? What didn't he know about the situation that made her so sure that their love wasn't the reason? He was about to ask just that when she changed the topic again and left him smirking as she almost thanked him once again for everything. He'd have to work on that with her. Not everything deserved a "thank you". In fact, most things people did for you had alternative motive, even what he was doing tonight. His alternative motive had everything to do with keeping the girl he fancied alive and well.
That fact she was now under his roof didn't hurt either.
He was rambling about his warehouse, he knew he was. Part of him was just worried she'd hate it and decide to leave sooner, but the other part was just worried about letting another person into something that had been just his and his griefs for so long. Yes, he knew that he'd moved past that grief a long, long time ago, but the guilt still gnawed at him like an actual demonic parasite that he could never get rid of. The fear of letting another person in like he had Dafina, with the possibility of feeling this guilt times two only made it worst. But Caitlyn wasn't Dafina, he knew that. He just had to understand that. Knowing and understanding weren't mutually exclusive for him.
She seemed to take everything in stride and that made him want to take her hand again, but again, he was far ahead of the game here. She barely knew him, not like he did her. It'd be wrong and very inappropriate, and everything he could want right now. But no, he was a gentlemen, sort of, and he's respect the bounds of their current situation. PI and victim. He could handle that, even if she kept pushing those damned glasses up her nose. "It sort of popped up in the papers when I needed it most." He said a bit in reply to her question. He wasn't sure what else to say so he let the conversation die there for a bit.
Then she sounded super insecure about staying with him and he just sort of blinked at her as they moved. "Kitten, you're actually making my life a million times easier. I wasn't planning on stopping my routine of making sure you were alright, you staying with me just means I know where you are and that I can protect you more times than not." He said with a nod as a smirk grew on his face at the way she worried about everything. It was cute, but it was also something he knew would hinder her sooner rather than later. Worrying about what you controlled, that was healthy, worrying about what you couldn't, well... He knew a thing or two about that.
He didn't like how she was shaking so he didn't argue when she offered to look at his side. Though he was more focused on wanting to check out her injuries than his own. He knew that his were nothing serious, where as hers very well could be. He was worried now, and not just because she was shaking, but because she was now in one of the biggest things he kept to himself. It was like letting her see in his head almost, and that was a terrifying thought. He didn't even like to be in his head most days, what if she saw it and decided that she'd rather go back with her parents?
When he opened the door and watched her expression he couldn't help but let out a small sigh of relief. "I'm glad you like it, because I'm afraid it may be home for a while," He said as she smiled and sort of moved into the living area before him. He watched in fascination as she adventured step by step into his home, and couldn't lie and say he didn't like seeing her in there. In fact, he bloody liked it too much. "Well, consider it home for as long as you need," He offered with a smile before shutting the door behind him and latching the lock, just in case.
When he turned back around he almost ran up to her at the sign of tears prickling her eyes. No, Kitten, no waterworks, "What's the matter? Is there something wrong?"[/b] He asked moving up to her as she explained it was probably just her being tired. He reached out to grab her shoulders but pulled back when she flinched slightly, "I'm sorry, kitten... Do you need tea or something?" He asked not sure what to do, but knowing all he wanted to do was wrap her up against him and make what happened tonight go away.