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Dendera just washed away the thoughts of the man taking up one of the weapons in an attempt to harm him. He knew that if someone pulled a weapon on him it wasn't likely that they would get it off before he could take them down. But for some reason he wasn't entirely sure that he could bring himself to pull a trigger on the vaporeon, even considering the possibility of a gun in his face. It would be more likely that he would disarm the man and just get angry with him. Though he was positive that someone else he would have shot dead without a second thought, it was self defense. He assumed that it was because he rarely truly related to someone the way that he had Silas the night before when the boy had been so much more open. And he really did want to see that side of the guy again, it was nice.

Every single weapon that lay before there eyes was in fact custom made, all by the young weapons tech geek Dendera. He remembered every single detail of every single weapon in that room. Even the ones that were to be shipped off to someone else, commission work. Dendera walked over to the table where the massive weapon sat, running a hand over the long cannon barrel, caressing it lovingly. "It's a personal piece.." he remarked quietly, an explanation as to why it was impressive. "I've never fired a weapon this large, I wanted to learn how to." he said simply, it may have seemed like a very whimsical reason to build such a destructive thing but it was the truth. He had simply desired to know what it was like to fire something that large. Plus, it would be a nice addition to his collection.

"I specialize in guns but I make other weapons as well." he motioned around the room, it was an obvious assortment. He preferred to make original pieces, and most of them were but some were replicas that he had been commissioned for and for one reason or another accepted. He watched as it seemed that Silas was taking in all the details of the weapon. It really was a masterpiece in Dendera's eyes. They may have been dangerous and destructive but he truly cherished his weapons.

He took a seat upon a stool that sat in front of the work table for the cannon-like gun, his eyes roaming from the various parts and back to Silas's eyes. It was nice to see someone appreciating his work, especially someone that he actually wanted to get to know. He was actually tempted to give him something from the room but then thought of a better idea. "I could make something for you if you would like..." he spoke softly, almost unsure of offering it. It was something very personal for him and he wouldn't like to have something like that be rejected.

Dendera picked up the largest part of the weapon, the 'barrel', while Silas responded to his offer. He was honestly almost giddy to get the thing finished. He balanced it upon his shoulder, aiming it as though he would fire it at a random wall for a moment before letting it down. He couldn't have explained it if he tried, but the different feelings that he got from each weapon he had wielded in his life all excited him. The devices made him happy and rather proud of himself for the ones that he had created. It made him even more pleased when one was created that he knew would be put to good use, and not just for bad things.

When he heard the vaporeon's response he had to admit he felt a little bad having his offer rejected but as he looked down at the weapons that rested on his own hips he had to admit that he understood, at least in a sense. Even if, and it was a big if, someone was able to create him hand guns that were better than his own creations that he continued to improve on whenever he got the chance, he still wouldn't trade them out. They meant so much more to him, a constant reminder of the man he had waited for over a span of years and part of him still waited to hear word of what had happened to him. Though in his heart he already knew that he was never coming back. The man had been a father to a boy who had lost his family, he had taught Dendera how to defend himself, how to care for himself, how to treat people, his memory was a lot to the umbreon.

He gave a small nod to the response. "It's alright. But if you do change your mind, the offer is always there." he said softly as he set the weapon back down on the table very lightly, obviously holding a great respect for the object. "Have you ever fired a gun before?" he asked after a moment of quiet, it wasn't really an important question but it did mean something to Dendera. Plus, he just wanted to know more about the man who had chosen to know him, rather than dance with him.

Dendera wasn't usually the type of person to just talk with someone. He was more so used to playing a game with someone, or selling his work. Not really just standing around and having a chat. So maybe his conversation sounded awkward but really it was just what interested him. "I'm guessing that it didn't suit you very well then?" it was more of a question than it was a statement, though that much was fairly obvious considering that it had been a one time thing.

"The first time that I fired a gun was when I was 5 years old.." it put a smile on the umbreon's face to recall a time when he had been so young and just enjoying himself even though he'd very recently lost his entire family, he just hadn't realized at the time exactly what death was. He understood it fully now and felt the full impact of his loss, but at the time he had been innocent and naive and just enjoyed the 'toys' that the man who took him in had to show him. But really the man didn't teach him for enjoyment, he taught him so that he would know that Dendera would be able to defend himself should anything ever happen to him. And Dendera was grateful for ever moment of it.

"The man that taught me was very protective of me, he wanted to know that I would always be safe." he gave a bit of a nod as he said those words, as though he was assuring himself of this fact. He hoped that wherever the man was, dead or alive, that he was sure in the fact that Dendera was able to take care of himself and that it was thanks to him that he was capable of such. These thoughts put Dendera into a more vulnerable and emotional state which honestly made him want to leave the room where all of his weapons were held.

"Breakfast is probably needing some attention." he said with a smile as he grabbed hold of the man's wrist. He wasn't ready to trust leaving any one in that room with all of his treasures. It was just something far to precious to trust to someone all by themselves. He led the man back up the stairs, locking the door behind them, all of his treasures safely locked away except for the ones on his hips. He released the vaporeon, flashing a smile to assure him that things were fine, that it had been pleasant, before he headed back into the kitchen to check on the vegetables and make them some plates.

Dendera made his way over to the pot of vegetables, when he lifted the lid the steam wafted through the room, filling it with the sweet scent of breakfast. He took a nice breath of the smell before picking up a fork to reach in and stab a vegetable. He picked one that would take longer to cook than the others, to be sure that it was nice and soft, good and done. It seemed like the food was ready now.

And its a good thing to because he heard a grumbling that he had to assume belonged to the vaporeon's stomach. It put a smile on his face, 'You're only human.' he thought about Silas, not saying it to him because he was fairly sure that it would only make those blushing cheeks redder. He reached up into the cabinets near the stove, pulling out two plates. He evenly split the vegetables on each, there was plenty. He turned the stove off and sat a fork on each plate, sliding one of them across the island bar to Silas, and placing the other in front of himself.

As he sat down at the bar a small smile came upon his face, "If it's alright for me to say so," he began, though he was going to say it either way, "It's rather cute when you blush like that." his little smile spread a bit more once he'd finished saying that, and then he began to 'dig in' taking a big bite of what he'd stabbed onto his fork.

Dendera couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about all the pouting and attempting to remain distant he just found to be adorable. It was probably his love for a challenge and the fact that he truly believed that the best things in life were the ones that you had to work for, and so working to be close to the vaporeon was pretty enticing to him. It was undeniably cute to him how hard Silas tried to act like he didn't want him around and yet, there he was not trying to make an escape or anything, almost like the guy was having trouble agreeing with himself.

The umbreon actually laughed when he heard him telling him to shut up, that was just too much. "Fine~ But you are." he teased briefly before shoveling more of the tender vegetables into his mouth. He hadn't really been paying too much attention to the vaporeon eating his food but he began to notice him taking at least a few rather swift bites, and the grumbling had ended. He had to assume that had 'hit the spot'.

He was fairly confident that the food was good, it was exactly how he liked it at least and he had been making meals for himself for quite a long time now so he'd learned to do it well enough for his own tastes, though he didn't usually cook for anyone aside from himself. He was fairly certain that Silas was satisfied but he figured that he would ask anyway, "Do you like it?" he gave a warm smile, happily awaiting the response.

Dendera was content with a maybe, because he was fairly certain that a maybe was really a yes in disguise. Because it seemed like the vaporeon simply hated to admit that he enjoyed Dendera, or anything about him. He was beginning to realize that Silas hated to admit any sort of attachment or pleasure or pleasant feelings in general. But he could handle that, it was challenging and difficult and as weird as it may have been, Dendera enjoyed that. It was much more fun than having someone falling all over him or so easily impressed by any little thing that he did. Plus it was just plain adorable to watch Silas struggle with himself.

He just smiled to the maybe and continued to eat his food, obviously pleased with the response and his meal. It was nice, he loved the warm tender vegetables. It had to be one of his favorite things to eat. The pleasant meal was interrupted with an odd question though. He wasn't really used to having guests, and he was even less used to being asked why, like that.

He put his fork down on his plate and brought an elbow up onto the table, resting his chin in a cupped hand. He looked at his companions blue eyes, how could the boy be confused by simple hospitality? Did he not know what it was like to have someone be nice to him? Dendera carefully thought out the answer to the question before speaking. "Last night, you warned me that you would be rude." he said finally with a small nostalgic smile. "But you wanted to see me again, and I wanted to see you again." he continued, "I told you that I could handle it, and I can. I enjoy your company." he finished. It was the best explanation that he had and he tried to be completely honest about it, sure that the vaporeon wasn't the type to appreciate lies, even the white ones.

Dendera stared with a dumbfounded look on his face as the vaporeon seemed to take his answer very harshly. He seemed so shocked by something so simple. It was beginning to click for the umbreon that Silas had issues with people, serious ones. He could tell that this wasn't just an anti-social or rude individual, there was more to him than that. Dendera couldn't put his finger on it but something was making Silas push him away with everything he had.

He was visibly shaken, even though all he had been told was that they had both wanted to see each other again, and that was such a simple thing. And it didn't take him long to rush off and disappear, saying he was going to use the shower. The umbreon was concerned. 'What's he so afraid of?' The umbreon could remember a time when he himself had closed off from people but it had been after a great loss, one that in the end had made him stronger, not fragile like this. So this was confusing.

For a moment he thought that he had no choice but to wait until the man emerged from his bathroom but he hated that idea, just leaving him to torment himself. No, he had to at least try to talk to him. Dendera got up from the table now, leaving his own plate and following after Silas. When he reached the bathroom he didn't hear any water running.

He decided to knock and enter, he made a couple of audible knocks and spoke up, "I hope you're decent." when he tried to open the door it was apparently blocked by something and when he slipped himself inside he saw what, the man had been leaning against it. He sighed, he wasn't sure what he was doing, and was worried that he might make things worse but it was worth a try wasn't it?

"Look, I don't understand what's wrong.." he started reaching out a hand to brush the back of it against the man's cheek, nudging him to look up at him instead of the floor. "But I think you want me around, so I'm going to be." concern was clear on his face but he was firm in his words. "You don't have anything to be afraid of."

Dendera became worried when he saw the tears welling up in the man's eyes. He hadn't expected that sort of reaction from him, it was obvious that whatever problem the vaporeon had it was very serious and had a pretty tight grip on him. But soon after the pretty blue eyes began to water, the umbreon's hand was swatted away.

He could understand someone like Silas being upset about crying but it seemed like the boy was about to just snap. And then those words came that painted a much clearer picture than the tears that were now flowing down the man's face, though Dendera still couldn't be sure what was happening. It had at least become obvious that Silas had some very deep rooted trust issues and had apparently been let down all his life.

He wasn't sure why but something in him was just begging him to be the one to change that for the boy. But he didn't have long to think about it as he was lunged at, with the metal towel bar that the vaporeon snagged. Dendera didn't want to fight with him, and refused to. He dodged Silas's efforts at bringing him harm, obvious the boy just wanted to be rid of the thoughts in his head, Dendera couldn't get rid of them for him but he could try to reassure him.

He got behind the vaporeon, knocking him against a wall, firmly but not violently. He snatched the towel bar, throwing it off and heard it clanging in his shower. He turned Silas around and pulled him close, holding him tightly against his chest and whispering into his ear. "I'm not going to hurt you, I'm not going to let anyone hurt you." he held him tight, pressing him against himself to assure him and to be sure that he couldn't fight him anymore.