Cotton had only recently completed his own day's work, seeing his last client out with a gentle smile and sending in his report on their progress. They had been curbing their impulsive behaviors, that was good! It was always nice to end the day on a high note. Tired and pleased, the chunky therapist opted to walk home rather than trying to catch a cab. Maybe he could even stop for coffee, to celebrate little successes. 
The way home was lighter than expected. streetlights and shopfronts keeping the sidewalk well illuminated even though the sun had vanished over the horizon. The air was cool, touched with a misty dampness that accentuated the chill, and after a day in an office the crispness of it was much appreciated. It seemed the walk home would be peaceful, uneventful...At least, that's what he thought until he saw the man with blue hair, saturated with quickly drying blood and clearly not in his head. 
For a moment he hesitated, debating whether or not it would be wise to get involved. His heart insisted upon it, but logically he knew that leaping into such a situation could be dangerous. Still, it was rare for logic to win out over feeling with Cotton, and this time was not going to be an outlier. There was something familiar about this bloody stranger, as though Cotton had seen him before. Perhaps he was a member of the Operation, then? Most members' files had drifted into his access at one point or another...
Quietly and quickly, so as to not draw any attention, the large man casually strolled over to the bloody stranger. If this really was a member of the revolution, then giving that away could prove a fatal flaw. He just hoped this guy was focused enough to play along.
"Hey man, it's been a long time! You're looking a little rough around the edges though, maybe we should try and get you home and you can sleep it off."
As he spoke, he met golden eyes with his own amber ones, taking a risk and adjusting his jacket sleeve to flash the little wristband he wore with the revolution's insignia on it. Hopefully that would be enough to prevent this guy punching him in the face immediately.

Despite the glaringly obvious fact that giving away his association with the Operation had been risky as hell, it would seem the gamble had paid off. Even with the haze in this stranger's eyes, Cotton still managed to spot the glint of recognition that sparked in them when he showed the insignia; something that was confirmed by the way he played into the bluff. At once Cotton smiled, letting out a laugh that he hoped sounded genuine and reaching out one arm to lightly, playfully pat his new companion's shoulder.

"They really never do go well, but it never does stop ya, does it? Come on, lets get you in and taken care of before ya catch the flu out here in this chill."

With that, he led his new friend back into the alleyway he'd come from, trying to keep his stride confident enough that nobody would question them. As he went, he kept a cautious eye out for any particularly nosy passerby that could be following them, only pausing when the shadows closed around them and he was certain they had no pursuers. Relaxing the tiniest bit, he guided the bloody stranger over to the wall, sliding behind a support beam to talk to him for a moment and give him a once-over to see if he had any apparent injuries.

"Okay, nice," He began, trying to choose his words with all the tact his job had given him. "That went well. Now, I know we haven't had the chance to meet before, but my name is Cotton. You might have heard of me as Dr. Abernathy, the Operation's local therapist. Don't worry, I wasn't sent out to get you or anything, I just saw you and had a feeling you were a member, so I figured I'd try and help out."

As he spoke, Cotton glanced over his companion, seeing no clear injuries on him. Given the amount of blood that had crusted to the stranger's skin, he wasn't sure whether to be relieved by this or not. Clearing his throat, he continued on, being careful to enunciate his words. The fog in the other's eyes looked like some sort of dissociation, so it seemed wise to speak clearly and carefully.

"I can't say I know where you live, but if you can remember the way I'd like to escort you, to make sure ya get back before the night ends?"

Raid, ah yes, now that was a name he knew; even if only in passing. His file had drifted to Cotton's desk recently, the therapist was actually meant to schedule an appointment with him soon for a quick eval. How funny they should meet like this. From what little he could recall of that file now, Raid was one of the Operation's enforcers, and a talented one too. Well, at least that explained why he was covered in so much blood despite his lack of injuries.

Cotton kind of pitied the other guy.

Still, he wasn't about to leave Raid lost and clearly dissociated in the middle of the city, no matter how much he insisted he'd be alright. Cocking an eyebrow at the hotel comment, Cotton leaned back and glanced over his companion before speaking.

"Uh huh, you're just gonna walk right into a hotel like that are ya? Covered in blood and lookin' half out of your mind?" He snorted quietly, pausing for a second to consider the statue thing. A statue at the end of the street. That...didn't give him nearly enough to work with, actually. Hm, that was most certainly a problem. No hotel was going to take his new friend, and with no way to know where Raid's flat was... It left very few options for the two. Though, Cotton could think of one idea; an idea that anybody with much sense would not humor, yes, but Cotton was a man of more heart than sense.

"Tell ya what," He started, shuffling to glance cautiously over their alleyway once more. "It's just for one night, and it's already late. I'm not leavin' ya out here when you're clearly spacin' out, and I don't live far. Why not come back with me to my place, you can crash there till mornin' and catch a shower and all. We both work in the same place anyway, so it won't really be any trouble."

All things considered, it was not at all surprising that Raid did not answer right away. In no hurry, Cotton waited for him to process the offer, rocking on his heels until the other spoke. Instantly he flashed a grin and laughed, offering a tired shrug. Raid absolutely had a good point, but hell, he wasn't inclined to leave another member of the Operation high and dry. He wasn't the type to leave anybody out here overnight to get mugged.

"What can I say, I've got a lot of sympathy and only a little bit of self preservation. Besides, we're apparently old drinking buddies, so you wouldn't hurt me now would ya?"

With a good-natured chuckle, the larger man signaled for his companion to follow him, being sure to keep his pace slow. Even if he was communicating now, Raid was clearly still not all in his head. As he led the way to the nearby apartment complex he called home, Cotton offered another relaxed shrug to his new friend, his tone easy and calm when he spoke.

"You're no trouble, and there's no rush. Feel free to catch a shower in the mornin' or stay around for breakfast. I ain't got continental but I can still make bacon and toast with the best of 'em."

The walk was short, and even at the lax pace they were at the building within a few minutes. The stairs to his top-floor apartment took a little longer, but that's fine.

Once they reached his landing, Cotton tugged out a key, unlocking the door and holding it open in a gesture of politeness.

The apartment itself was a little run down, but mostly cozy despite it's smaller size. The walls were all off white, with various frames on them displaying posters or paintings of waterfalls and mountain skies. A couch that showed it's age was settled in the middle of the living space, facing a little tv on a table and with its back to a simple open kitchen. A hallway to the left led to, presumably, the bedroom. Potted plants and various books dotted the space, with a couple of plush toys even resting on the sofa. Cotton moved to grab those with a bashful expression, tucking them under his arm to carry back to his room.

"Well, here you are! It's nothing too special, but it works well for me. I'll go get you a pillow and some blankets and all, the bathroom is the first door down the hall."

And with that he flitted off to get bedding for his improptu guest.

Raid's approval of his plushy companions was enough to make Cotton smile. Not a playful, jokey grin like before, something softer and more genuine. Still, he carried his fluffy buddies back in the bedroom with him, sitting them on the bed and gathering some of his extra pillows and blankets from the closet and from his own bed. He could hear Raid moving around in the other room, probably washing off, and it made him feel strangely comfortable. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had another person in his apartment, and the company was very welcome. Once he was satisfied that he'd gathered enough bedding to be suitably comfortable he turned to head back toward the living room, pausing just a second to think and grabbing a stuffed dog off of a small table by the door. It was an odd, impulsive gesture, but if Raid liked them he might welcome one to sleep with...

He made his way back to the living room with his armful of stuff, a bit surprised to see his guest already waiting for him. Damn, he was fast; and now that Cotton could really see him without blood caked everywhere, he was kind of cute actually... That was absolutely not a train of thought to go down. Nope. He gave a quick shake of his head to dismiss the idea, extending his arms to offer a fluffy comforter and a number of pillows as well as the plush puppy.

"Here you go! You look like you're feeling a little better. I hope this'll be enough to keep you comfy and get you some sleep."

For a therapist, Cotton was not always the best at conversation.

"If you're hungry, you're welcome to whatever you want from the kitchen. Money's not so much of a problem most of the time, so no worries about putting me under.

It's actually really nice having somebody around. It gets lonely here sometimes, even with the garden to keep me busy."

He grinned again then.

"Maybe I'll show you it sometime, if you wanted to see where the Operation gets a lot of its food!"