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Radevel just couldn't bring himself to see the situation through Talis's point of view. His fists clenched and unclenched as thoughts rushed through his mind of just what he could do. In a cautious manner, he took one step forward. And then another until there were only about two feet separating himself and the other. "That was only because I thought you had done something you hadn't done," he said. "I was really upset.. Needless to say."

"Talis, I.. I really want you to come back with me," he said. That had probably been the closest thing he had ever come to telling Talis how he really felt about him. About those painfully developing feelings for him. He just wondered how much Talis was going to cause him to confess.

A part of himself was relieved Talis drew his attention to another subject, but his other half wanted to get this out of the way while the matter was still thick in the air. Radevel almost snapped back with the remark about 'Who would honestly pick up three guys, two of them covered in blood, and one being unconcious?' But he dashed such comments out of his mind. No need to make Talis even more upset than he already was. No need to start a whole new stream of emotions of himself, either.

"Alright," the larger man muttered, looking up and down the road. The cars were so much more scarce than that within the city, but such was to be expected. Sighing, once more cursing his lack of phone service, he stuck out his thumb.

Nearly twenty minutes passed before an old, beat-up truck slowed and pulled off to the side of the road near them. "Yall boys needin' a ride?" he asked, eyeing the unmoving man on the ground with a shake of the head. "Looks like you've hit a bit of trouble. Well, can't say I got much room up here, but there's plenty'a room in the back."

Without waiting for Talis's approval, Radevel moved over to scoop up the unconcious man and none-too-gently lay him in the bed of the truck. "Thanks," he said to the driver, before climbing in himself. "Talis. Let's go."

Radevel didn't even bother to look at the man lying in the truck. He didn't want to see his face, no matter how much satisfaction it would bring him to observe the damage he caused. "Huh.. So I did," he said in a voice all too nonchalant, obviously not carrying an ounce of care for his well-being. His gaze remained locked down the road, facing the wind to keep his hair from stinging his eyes. How far had they gotten on that forsakken bus before they were so rudely thrown off? he thought to himself, eyeing the long expanse of road ahead. At least the cool air was of some relief to his throbbing headache.

"Well, that would be stupid.. Because I plainly saw him practically lapping at your face when I first got on the bus," Radevel stated, crossing his arms defensively. So much for any beginning of peace between Talis and himself. He knew if he was given the chance again, he would have beaten that man just as he had done before.

"Just answer me something, Talis," Radevel said, turning his eyes down to the boy. "Why did you kiss him? Did you want him? Or was it, perhaps, to exact some sort of revenge?"

Feeling his eyes become dry against the persistant wind, Radevel closed them with a shake of his head. "It does matter," he said matter-of-factly, his words getting pulled through the air, leaving them behind as the truck moved on. "Are you listening to me, Talis? It does matter. I'll say it a hundred more times if I have to to get it through your head, if that's what it will take. I just want you to answer the question.. Why'd you do it?"

Radevel just hated the idea of Talis's lips claiming another man's. Especially not after just the night before when the boy had confessed so much to him. Things he thought to just be the other's infatuation of innocent youth.

"What a way to gain respect.. Tangling tongues with a disgusting stranger," Radevel muttered sarcastically under his breathe. Despite wanting to get on better terms with Talis, he couldn't help his 'being an a**' way of speaking. It just came all too natural to him. And whether he had been the cleanest, most good-looking man, Radevel would still have considered him 'disgusting'.

"Well, considering you were doing nothing to stop him, one would only assume you did enjoy it," the larger man stated. The hospital came into the view rapidly and before long, they pulled up in front of it. "Look, I'll check this guy into one of the rooms, and we can finish this over something to eat." Hoisting the more plump man out of the truck with only a small amount of strain, he voiced his gratitude to the driver.

Seeing a fair amount of surprise and worry from the nurses at the counter as Radevel made to check in, he refused the many offers to get himself examined. The blood staining his hands and shirt weren't his, afterall. The worst he had was a few minor cuts and a purple bruise forming on his jaw. As the man was taken away to one of the emergency rooms, he explained that they just had a bit of a 'friendly disagreement' over a sportings event on TV. Apparently, as Radevel put it, the guy had had a little too much to drink and was becomming easily provoked. Without answering anymore of their questions, he want to the restroom and washed off all the blood and dirt he could before returning to the waiting room.

Radevel spotted Talis- whoappeared oddly nervous- immediatly among the others. Running a freshly cleaned, now strawberry-scented hand through his hair, he released a heavy breath before approaching. "All set," he said. "You.. ready to grab some food?"