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Lust glanced up at the other, noting just how akward he looked, before he returned to the fridge. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I did," he replied rather more absently than was normal as he dug through the fridge. Really, at the sight of Pain, Lust seemed much more... detatched than usual -- as if he couldn't quite ignore what had happened earlier, but was doing his best.

"Aha!" he exclaimed happily, comming out of the fridge brandishing a white styrafoam box that had his name written on it. He had hidden it at the back and, thankfully, Gluttony hadn't found it. He quickly got a plate out and emptied the contents -- last night's lasagna -- onto it before he put that in the microwave. Despite his words, however, his body looked nothing but relaxed -- his hands were placed carelessly, one on his hip, the other on the counter top, his fingers rapping softly across the surface as he waited.

The microwave dinged and Lust happily got his plate out, quickly selected a fork from the many others in the silverware drawer, and sat down at the counter to eat just as Fever finished his share of the dishes. Again, Lust was a quick eater and he had finished before his blond underling even finished drying his hands. He handed the other his plate with a sweet smile and a small "thank you" as he went over to stand behind Pain's chair. "You... alright?" he asked tentatively, eyeing one of the bruises on the other's cheek. For once, Lust sounded nervous. But then, perhaps that was only because he did not know how to deal with the situation and not because he was truly concerned. But whether or not that was true, it was impossible to tell.

Lust nodded slowly before going over to the coffee table and picking up the remote. There probably wouldn't be anything good on, but it might help disguise the uncomfortable silence. He turned the TV on sat slumped down onto the couch, his golden eyes fixed on the screen. Lust didn't know how to deal with feelings that were outside of his range -- he knew desire, knew wanting, craving... but such akward moments as this one were beyond him.

Fever had finished the dishes -- they were all put away, all neat and glisteningly clean as if no one had ever used them before. That would keep Pride happy, he knew. He glanced over to where Pain and Lust were sitting akwardly and a small sigh escaped his lips. Really, he couldn't believe his master was even in the same room as Pain. Usually, when such things happened, he avoided his ex-partners at all costs. But, he supposed, what with the two living in the same house... that was pretty much impossible.

Fever joined the other's in the sitting room, choosing to sit by Pain -- between Lust and the other underling. Normally, he would have chosen to sit next to Lust, as his master liked to have people around him at all times, but at the moment Fever did not feel that that was appropriate.

Fever tensed slightly as the other wrapped his arm around him and gently layed his head on his shoulder. But Pain wasn't looking for anything more than simple comfort... and Fever eventually relaxed. After all, he knew, Pain needed it... He glanced over at the other, his pale skin made blue from the flickering glow of the TV screen and, slowly, layed a hand on the other's head.

Lust shifted uncomfortably, allowing the TV's blur of images to numb his mind into a state of unawareness, allowed the sounds and sight to relax the tension that had filled the room. And, before he knew it, he had fallen asleep, the glow of the screen making his pale skin look eerie in the darkness. The day had been quite tiring, after all.

Fever nodded slowly. Then, without moving enough to disrupt the other from his position on his shoulder, he reached forward carefully for the remote and turned the TV off. He really didn't like to leave it running.

He felt the tears fall upon his shoulders and sighed softly, giving his friend a small pat on the back, his hand, for once stable without the shivers and tremors.

"You won't stay sad for long..." he murmured quietly to the other. In the darkness, Fever's soft, kind voice had an almost hypnotic affect. He didn't sound sensual or powerful... his words were simply so soft that it made others want to believe them.

((Ow. ********. I officially hate rain now, and all the mud puddles it makes.

I was walking the dog. Well... running the dog, and it was dark so I didn't see the big spot of mud.... So now my jeans have a nice big rip in them (the first one! I had been taking such good care of them D: ) and my knee has this huge bleeding (literally) scrape on it. It hurts soso much! Dx ))

It was times like these, when Fever was, for once, peaceful and calm that he showed his likeness to Lust. No, he wasn't about to try and seduce Pain, nor would he had the other not been crying, but he could become very... mezmerizing. It was the sort of intoxicating aura that Lust let out -- but it was similar in that it enchanted others, made them want to comply.

"It will pass," he replied calmly, giving the other's shoulder a soft squeez.

((Pleh, can't think words out right! D: My knee hurts...

((Yeah, I guess, but... that doesn't work for me. I like to wear jeans under dresses, which means I can usually get away wearing them to at least semi-formal events... but if they're ripped, it's not acceptable. D:

And I already have a "battle scar" on that knee from when I accidently walked into a liscence plate that was jutting out from it's car. 8D;;; *klutz*

I almost want Greed to come down and see them... just to spice it up. 8D;;; ))

Fever nodded, his hand raising to massage gentle circles into the other's shoulder. There was nothing at all sexual in this gesture -- just a simple desire to comfort the smaller male. Fever was nearly obsessed with comforting those who were in pain, whether that pain was emotional or physical. Perhaps it simply came from his own desire to rid himself of his own weaknesses. Whatever it was, the underling had always had a soft spot for those in need (which was ironic, considering that he was and underling for one of the seven sins).