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After Dendera had started up the washer and recollected the pants that Silas could wear, he exited the laundry room, clicking the door shut behind him. He took his time with the walk back to the bathroom, unsure of how he would be greeted once he got there. Typically, phsyical contact wasn't rewarded when it came to the vaporeon. But sometimes, by some miracle, he would let the umbreon past his defenses without any repercussions.

He smiled to himself about it though, rather pleased with it. He was at least partially aware of the fact that he was wearing down Silas's defensive instincts. And he was fully aware that it was what he wanted, to be able to get close, and working for it was just fine. It was all the more worthwhile knowing that what trust he had gained, wasn't something that Silas just gave out to just anyone. "Now if he'd just believe me when I say I'm not going to hurt him." Dendera spoke softly to himself with a laugh as he reached his destination.

He opened the door and rather quickly tossed the pants onto the sink counter, sure that they would be snatched quickly if he didn't anyway. But as he did such, he caught sight of the reflection in the mirror, and the troubled expression on his friend's face. He stared at the reflection there for a few moments before turning to it's owner, and then reaching out a hand to grab his shoulder and turn him to face him. "What's that look all about?" he asked with a soft sympathetic smile, never really sure what was going on in Silas's head.

Without much pause, his hand soon found its way to the man's cheek once more, and he took a guess - and tried to offer a solution. "Whatever you want of me, all you have to do is ask. You know?" he stared right into those blue eyes, and attempt to show the sincerity in his words, "I would try to be whatever it is that you want me to be. I would just have to know what that is." he finished, not even really sure if that was what was bothering Silas - though it seemed as plausible of a cause as any. And the umbreon wasn't the type to beat around the bush, he was blunt, and could just ask up front.

Dendera simply held his concerned gaze as the vaporeon stared back at him, patiently waiting for whatever explanation or response he was going to get. For once in his life, the umbreon knew what it was like to not know what to do, what to say, and for once in his life he was nervous and afraid. The Egyptian was always a strange boy, and feeling nature human emotions wasn't something that just came to him like it does most of us. He was a positive man but generally a very calm and decisive one. He was made of the tough stuff, making decisions that would torment most, with little more than a moments thought. But Silas was able to shatter that, and the simplest thing from him could instill in the umbreon a nervousness and uncertainty that was an entirely new feeling to him.

But he held his gaze, and listened with as close to a facade of calm that anyone could possibly manage, taking a deep breath as a hand was placed upon his face. He didn't know how to respond to the vaporeon, his own mind was still unsettled, and so helping to calm Silas's thoughts wasn't something that he was sure he was capable of doing. But the look in those blue eyes certainly made him want to try. And honesty, about everything that he was thinking and feeling, that was really the only thing he could think that he could offer Silas now.

"You're not the only one that's confused," he assured him, taking a step closer now and speaking very softly - second guessing himself with every word, trying so hard to word things as well as he could. "I don't..I just never have anyone in my life.." he began to attempt to explain his own self isolation, "I care about people, in general, but never..never specifically. Even when people are close to me, they don't know me." he tried to explain, as his thoughts dragged him back to Egypt and memories of how even those closest to him - like his caretaker - never understood him, never really got in to him. "But I want you to know me. I do.."

He reached out now, to grab hold of both of the shorter male's hands, holding them for a moment before raising them to his own face. "I was fine with being alone, I really was." he assured Silas, but the word 'was' had been very obvious, "After I met you..I don't want to be alone anymore." He held his gaze cautiously, his voice now lost in his throat, any further explanation died before reaching his lips. It would have just been rambling anyway, he had explained how he felt and didn't know what else to do. It certainly showed that Silas wasn't the only one that could be vulnerable, despite Dendera's usual strong, calm demeanor.

Dendera offered a small, kind smile as he saw the vaporeon looking away from him, with those all to familiar rosy cheeks making another appearance. And to the words that followed, he gave a calm shake of his head - to say that the vaporeon had misinterpreted his reasons for telling him that he no longer wanted to be alone. "I don't tell you these things because I am afraid that you want to leave." he said softly, still unsure if his confidence in Silas's continual presence was warranted or not, but he did believe that the man would stick around, "I tell you these things because I am unsure if you realize how much I enjoy even your presence."

His gaze had found it's way to some unimportant spot on the floor, finding it difficult to hold eye contact while speaking so sincerely about his feelings and thoughts. Which normally wouldn't be an issue but now he found words to be difficult and decisions and clear thoughts to be even more so. When he realized though, that he had lost eye contact - he forced himself to regain it, now gazing back into those pretty blue eyes with a stare that could be best described as holding all the love in the world.

But his trance was broken with the announcement concerning what physical contact was being held between them. He gave a short awkward laugh as he released the man's hands and the swiftly snatched up the pants to hand them to the vaporeon. "You act like its horrible for me to see you in your underwear." he joked, though it most likely came out more awkwardly than a statement like that normally would have from Dendera. He had forgotten entirely about the fact that Silas was in need of pants, infact their entire surroundings had seemed to fade from Dendera's mind - if only for a few moments. Well, he was certainly losing his cool so to speak, he was so rarely caught unaware of anything. And yet here he was, barely even aware of what room he was in - let alone anything else. "If it was me, I wouldn't care at all." he added with a bit of a grin, an attempt at his usual confidence and indifference towards anything deemed embarrassing by most. But the truth of the matter was, he would probably be just as nervous about it if not more so. He couldn't explain it really, he would just worry terribly about what the other thought of him, if he was good enough, if he was attractive, or just not. Which were all things he normally didn't care very much about at all.

He was unsure now if he should leave or just stay. Silas was already undressed so there was nothing more to see, though it seemed to be the polite thing to do was to leave the room. In his indecision, he ended up just standing waiting for the man to dress himself.

Dendera watched as the vaporeon, with blushing cheeks, dressed himself and explained the lack of nudity in his laugh. The umbreon gave a soft and almost awkward laugh in response before speaking, "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" he asked with his lips tilted up into a grin, though really he did wonder. He wouldn't really want to be placed in the same category as the man's mother, for several reasons. Not only was it awkward considering the earlier kiss, but also because Silas never spoke of her at all, and rarely spent time at his home, so obviously it had to be assumed that he didn't enjoy his parent's company very much at all.

The umbreon really couldn't contain his own laughter at what his 'friend' said next. He really didn't pin the vaporeon for the type to celebrate, but still, just the thought of being asked how to celebrate a holiday was just too odd, and in a funny way it just suited Silas so much. "Well.." he started but in his pause for thought he was soon asked about changing his attire. He hadn't really even remembered that he was still in his costume, he'd been paying more attention to Silas getting out of his than he had to him still being in his own costume.

The costume was actually pretty comfortable, as far as costumes go, so that probably had helped him to forget about it. He looked down at the outfit with a bit of a shrug, usually the umbreon didn't mind showing a bit of his chest. He was fit, in good shape, and really cared more about mobility than fashion and modesty. When he looked back up at Silas he was greeted with deep red cheeks once more, this made him look back down at his costume. Usually he was pretty oblivious as to what made Silas blush, but after the earlier 'confession' and embarrassment at having to change in front of the umbreon, Dendera actually felt like he knew what caused Silas to turn red.

'My costume...?' he thought as he looked at his own bare chest. Part of him was really pleased to think that Silas was even looking, the other part wanted to know why he was pleased in the first place with it. The former won out though as a positively devious grin spread over his lips. "If you want.~" he chimed with those deep red eyes set on the vaporeon before he reached down and undid his belt and sash, letting them drop to the floor. Now his shirt hung open, almost the entirety of his bare chest exposed. "Why does it bother you?" he asked, still wearing that grin on his lips and he pushed the open shirt and jacket from his shoulders, simply letting it cascade to the floor. And some part of him was in his head screaming at him for being so bold but he reminded his more modest side that he'd always loved to tease the vaporeon when he saw those red cheeks.

Dendera was so surprised by the vaporeon's reaction that all he could manage to do in response was to laugh. He wasn't sure what it was he was expecting, but it wasn't the shouting and shoving. Sure, he knew Silas would be upset by his teasing but maybe he was just hoping to see that blush get worse. Well he got that, he just got a lot more to go along with it. But as he laughed at it all, he had to admit that dealing with the little 'tantrum' was well worth it to catch the vaporeon just out right staring at his chest like that.

He couldn't have explained it if he tried, but that just made him feel good. He had half a mind to ask his friend why he stared if it bothered him so much, but he couldn't stop his own unbridled laughter at just the novelty of the man's reaction. And he was soon on the receiving end of a door slam, this was a familiar position to be in. He wondered if the man would lock himself in there to think for a while again but his thought was soon stopped as he was shoved back into the bathroom, his laughter that had only moments ago died down now started back up again. "You are amusing!" he proclaimed just before the door was shut behind him.

It was even more humorous as he realized that he was just sent back into the bathroom with the command to put on some clothes, but the only clothing in there for him was the costume that he'd just shed most of onto the floor. "He's so crazy.." he said softly to himself, with a wide smile still on his face as he gathered up the shed clothing into his arms - his laughter having only recently been contained again. He paused before leaving the bathroom though, not wanting to startle and frustrate Silas further with his less-than-clothed presence again. So he gave him time for an escape as he just thought of his friend, while wearing that big grin stretching his lips.

Once he heard fleeting footsteps disappear from earshot, he opened up the bathroom door and took his trip down the hallway, stopping in at the laundry room to drop off his costume - taking off the rest of it down to his underwear. Once he was nearly naked and the costume was in the wash with Silas's, he went to his bedroom and changed into a loose black wife-beater and matching pajama pants (not the kind that have that elastic around the ankles but the kind that are shaped more like boot-cut pants). He choose clothing that covered him more than usual because he was pretty sure that his 'friend' or..whatever he was.. was more on edge than usual especially concerning the Egytpian's body and what he saw of it.

Once he was dressed, he went back down the hall, down the stairs, and found the vaporeon exactly where he thought he would be - on that couch once again. He at this point remembered the question that Silas had asked before he wanted the umbreon to change out of his costume and made his suggestions as he entered the living room, walking over to the couch where he sat, "We could watch a movie, play a game, or if you haven't eaten yet I can make you something." he offered, taking a seat now beside him, "Your choice." he said with a grin, one reminiscent of the one he'd worn while undressing, it was just a small reminder that he hadn't forgotten those red cheeks or the stare that he'd received. And then he added something he remembered, "By the way, you still owe me a song. I'll ask for it some day." he teased, reminding the vaporeon that they never finished that dance that he had agreed to.

Dendera offered a moment of warm laughter at the protest that should have been expected. Of course Silas would nit pick at the details if it got him out of a little bit of something that was awkward to him. "Whatever you say." the umbreon agreed with a bit of a grin, showing that he knew the vaporeon was just being stubborn - as usual. "I seem to remember a point when you danced with me without even being asked to." he reminded the man of the night they met at the club, though he wasn't even sure if the vaporeon had remembered that considering that he was uncharacteristically drunk that night. But he let it drop at that, figuring that when he decided that he wanted a dance again he would just pester Silas about it then.

After all, it had been a long and eventful night for the both of them. There wasn't much point in adding any more real pressure. When Silas supplied what he wanted to spend the last bit of the night doing Dendera smiled, "Then you pick one. They're on the same shelf as the games," he pointed towards the shelf by the television that was across the room from them - opting out of attempting to find a movie that the other would enjoy, "Or you can pick from one on an on demand channel." he offered, it didn't really make much difference to him. He was fine with just about anything as long as it was something Silas could enjoy.

So at this point he just turned towards the vaporeon, watching him and waiting to see his choice. Silas seemed so preoccupied, and the umbreon was fairly sure that he knew what was on his mind though he wasn't really sure what his thoughts were on the subject. He just blatantly stared at him for a moment, before finally pulling his eyes away to look down into his own lap. He brought his legs up onto the couch, crossing one over the other 'indian' style and then dropping his hands down on his ankles as he looked back towards Silas, "Sometimes I really wish I knew what you were thinking." he admitted, at that moment feeling rather unsure of himself and whatever it was that they had, due to the face that the vaporeon seemed so troubled and he was usually so closed off that Dendera had no real chance of even guessing what was going on in his head. "I hope its nothing to terrible." he gave a light, awkward laugh - it was a lame attempt at lightening up what he'd said before that.

Dendera simply grinned to himself as he saw the inevitable blush rising to Silas's cheeks once again. But since Silas didn't make any retort or complaint at the words, the umbreon continued to tease him on the matter, leaning a bit closer - more for emphasis than for the fact that close proximity almost always made the male's cheeks even more red, "You know, you were very cute that night," he reminded him, his grin fading into a more serious but still light-hearted expression. "But you are more so tonight." he was certain that after that the vaporeon would be about as tense as ever and so he regained his posture sitting up so that his friend had a bit of space. Also, saving himself from the possibility of getting smacked for that comment, the bit of distance giving him room to stop it.

The umbreon didn't pay much mind to the movie that the shorter male turned on, and it didn't seem like Silas was paying very much attention to it either. He was pretending to, but doing a very bad job of it. Dendera was getting pretty good at being able to tell when the vaporeon was just avoiding looking him in the eyes. And he would have forced him to if he had continued to awkwardly look away like that for much longer but just as he was about to, he caught those pretty blue eyes.

He watched, waiting intently as Silas obviously struggled to speak. The darker male's eyebrows knitted together at his brow in a look that mixed worry and curiosity as he listened and Silas turned back to the television. It was at that point that Dendera's earlier instinct was fulfilled and he reached out to cup the vaporeon's cheek in his hand, the one that faced away from him, forcing Silas to look at him again. "If it isn't important," he began with a slight frown, "then why is it troubling you so much?" he asked bluntly, stating his assumptions that Silas's actions expressed that he was troubled. "You act like something is horribly wrong, that's what gets me so curious." he admitted, offering a bit more honesty than he'd thought that he was willing to give, "I don't want you to think anything bad of me." the last words were spoken very softly, he wasn't really used to even caring what anyone thought about anything, let alone what anyone thought of him.

Dendera could see the vaporeon tense up at the compliments, the smaller male never did take compliments with a smile at least Dendera never saw him receive them well. He could also see that hand gripping the remote to the television tightly, taking only a glance to see it before returning his eyes to Silas's face. When it came to anything physical the umbreon had Silas, and most people, beat and any possibility of an attack registered quickly to the veteran soldier so he expected the control to fly at him when the hand that held it tensed up. But he was surprised when Silas didn't make any violent retort to the compliments.

Then, honestly hoping to calm the man, he spoke softly, "I don't just say things like that to see you turn red," he spoke sincerely now, without the taunting grin on his lips, "I wouldn't say things like that if they weren't true." he hoped that the vaporeon would believe him, though it wasn't very likely that he would. Silas didn't trust anyone very easily, and it was a struggle to get him to even a little. Which gave Dendera all the more reason to want to protect his fragile friend, and just another reason to hate the man from the vaporeon's past that had hurt him enough to break his trust for anyone and everyone.

When Dendera turned the other to face him, those red cheeks were just too obvious and it put a small tender smile on his face to see them. And yet again, that troubled look was on Silas's face and the umbreon still didn't understand just what it was that made him make that face. And it brought back the worried expression, while Dendera wondered if it was his fault that Silas wore that face.

When the man spoke, it actually shocked the darker male, Silas rarely spoke openly about his feelings like that, especially when they concerned Dendera. "I.." he took a breath, trying to settle with what the other had said before clamping another hand on the vaporeon's other cheek, his face was so hot and as red as ever - obviously embarrassed about what he had just said. But the Egyptian held his gaze straight into his friends blue eyes. "I can't stop doing something when I don't know how I'm doing it.." he spoke softly and ran a thumb across one of the man's cheeks lovingly. "I'm not trying to make you a mess," he tried to comfort the obviously stressed vaporeon by speaking as softly as possible, "But..I'm glad that you think about me because I'm always thinking about you."

The umbreon was certain that if he weren't so dark skinned a blush could have been seen on his own cheeks at this point. He wasn't used to being in this type of situation, or saying these kinds of things about his feelings and thoughts. Hell, Dendera wasn't even really used to being social at all. But it didn't seem right to keep these things to himself when Silas was telling him things that he was sure it was hard for him to say. "I don't know if you believe me or not, but I meant what I said earlier..I love you." he spoke as sincerely as ever and was honestly tempted to give the vaporeon a kiss of his own right now but he was actually afraid to, not afraid of any bodily harm he might receive for it, but just genuinely nervous about it.