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Dendera continued to hold Silas tightly, his long black hair seeming to drape around the two of them as the boy continued to cry in his arms. He wanted to be able to stop that pain for the man but maybe it was better for him if he could let it all out rather than bottling up his feelings and arguing with himself for once. But it was obvious that the vaporeon was still very conflicted. At least crying like that balanced out your hormones, releasing the ones that tend to make people feel bad.

So the boy couldn't trust him, he could understand that. They barely knew each other after all and it was obvious that Silas had a hard time trusting regardless. "You don't have to trust it because I'm going to prove it." he spoke firmly but quietly, being as gentle as he could with the boy and his emotions. "All that you have to do is stick around so that I can." he was asking Silas to be in his life, actually asking, it was something that he never did, hell he rarely even wanted anyone in his life, let alone requested it. But he knew that he wanted Silas there.

As he held him tightly, trying to assure him, he could feel his own heart pounding against his ribs. This wasn't very common or comfortable for him either but if there was one thing that Dendera could do, it was display strength, which he had plenty of to spare. The boy's body began to shake against him, he became fairly sure that Silas wouldn't be throwing more punches and so he loosened his grip, pulling his hands up to the boys face, cupping his cheeks and wiping away at the tears there, looking right into those wet blue eyes. "No one can hurt you as long as I'm here. I'll make a 'plan' when I need one." he spoke softly but confidently. He was obviously not the kind of guy that would be easily won over in a physical fight, and he'd be damned if he'd let anyone play head games with the boy, not that Silas would make that easy for them anyway. "You don't need to be afraid anymore." he tried to assure him, not even really sure why he cared so much.

Dendera couldn't help but to let a smile return to his face at the sight of those blushing cheeks again. It seemed so easy to make the boy blush and really with how reluctant he was to do such it was just too adorable. He certainly was different from anyone that the umbreon had met before. He was so difficult but Dend could tell that there was something just so sweet about him beneath all the struggling. He was vulnerable and hurt and all of the struggling was just to hide that and to protect himself, something that the umbreon wanted to assure him that he didn't need to do around him.

He watched as Silas attempted to speak but apparently found himself unable to. Dendera couldn't really blame him, it wasn't every day that someone said things like that, they were truly powerful words and even more strange to hear from someone that you didn't know very well. Plus, underneath all the rough exterior, the umbreon gave the guess that Silas was actually quite fragile, and he had at least put a dent in that wall.

When Silas finally did speak, the umbreon nodded, "Ofcourse, towels are under the sink." he responded, "You can borrow some clothes of mine, I'll leave them by the door." he ran his thumb across the man's lower eyelid to wipe away any tears that were still there. He pulled him close once more, briefly, whispering in his ear, "You'll be ok." he assured him before letting him go and exiting the bathroom.

He was unsure what to think of the whole situation but he knew that he had meant every word he had said. And he didn't plan to make a liar of himself, he would be there for the vaporeon for as long as he would let him be. Once he got to his room he pulled out some clothes, just a simple black t-shirt and black jeans. The pants would probably be too long for the vaporeon seeing as Dendera was taller than him, but he assumed the waist would at least be close to his size. He left them by the door, as he'd said that he would and then went to the living room, taking a seat on his couch and starting up a game of Halo, though his mind was wandering away from the game.

Dendera was taken enemies down effortlessly and with barely any attention actually on the game. It was just something idle to keep himself busy while his mind was racing about. He wasn't sure what to make of the entire happening of the day and the night before. To think, if the vaporeon hadn't taken notice of Hope and Faith he would have just been another stranger that had danced with the umbreon anonymously, Dendera never would have come to know anything about the fragile side that Silas tried so hard to keep under lock and key.

He sank into the cushions of the big leather couch, buttons of the controller clicking rapidly as he gunned down another. But then he was pulled from his thoughts and from the game by the sound of footsteps. His bright red eyes found their way to the figure that seemed to now permanently be on his mind. He smiled faintly, "The clothes are the least of what you've gotten from me." he commented softly, "It's no problem, really." he added, waving it off.

He motioned for the man to take a seat beside of him and he put the controller down, which apparently it didn't take long for someone to find and down his character once he had. He assumed that they were celebrating the victory but it wasn't too important, there was no doubt in his mind that everyone would realize he was now 'afk'. "You feeling any better now?" he asked, referring obviously to how shaken the man had been before his shower.

Dendera's attention was now completely on the vaporeon. A faint smile on his face as the man responded, though it seemed that Silas's head was still swimming, he seemed so unsure and cautious but Dendera hadn't expected much different from him. Then the air of him became so much more serious as he spoke of his decision. The conversation was so out of the ordinary but seemed so suited for the two of them to be having, it was something that the umbreon had a hard time understanding. The unusual just seemed to be fitting for the vaporeon.

The threat was truly unnecessary, and the Egyptian was fairly confident that it would take a very skilled trained professional to be the end of him, but he understood that it was something that could give a sense of control which it seemed that Silas very desperately needed and so he would just let it go. Instead of bringing up the fact that he was a quite efficiently trained soldier, and killer specializing in defense tactics and weapons use.

He let out a short sigh before speaking, finding the air to be too thick to think, "Won't be a need for second chances, you'll only need to give me the one." he assured him, "Whether you trust it or not, I'll tell you now that I am no liar and I don't intend to make myself into one." he let his eyes drop to the hands that lay in Silas's lap and then back up to the vaporeon's eyes, "You don't have to push everyone away, if you insist though I guess I'll just have to work on breaking down a few of those walls." the small smile returned to his face though it was obvious that he meant it, and planned to do such.

After he was finished speaking though he chose to close the distance between them, grabbing hold of the wrist that he'd made a habit for dragging around. He pulled the vaporeon suddenly into an embrace, fairly certain that the boy would object but it didn't matter. And he whispered into his ear once more, voice soft and smooth, "I know how fragile you really are." it wasn't a taunt or a tease but it was confident, and he felt sure of it.

Watching the boy's reaction, Dendera couldn't help but to think, 'You would be a lot happier if you'd just stop fighting yourself,' a small smile crossed his lips as his thoughts continued to dance in his head, 'it's not a bad thing to want to have someone around..at least I don't think so'. The thoughts just made him hug the reluctant vaporeon a little tighter. Silas really was a fragile little thing, he may know how to take care of himself in a fight but it was obvious that he had no clue what to do when it came to his heart and his emotions. It honestly kicked in Dendera's 'knight in shining armor' complex and just made him want to protect the man, give him comfort, and arms around him that he could trust.

He would win the vaporeon's trust, he was determined and once Dendera set his mind on something there wasn't much anyone could do to stop him. He was a very driven umbreon. It didn't take long for Silas to reject the hug, wanting free of it, obviously not enjoying being physical, most likely because of his trust issues. And of course followed by the command of silence. He hadn't expected the blue haired man to confirm his statement, he doubted that the boy would ever easily admit to any weakness. The strong front that he put on made him feel safe, Dendera assumed, and he seemed to have had enough fear for one day after the earlier outburst.

Dendera did as he asked, releasing him, though with hands still lingering over his shoulders and then trailing down to rest on his wrists. The umbreon couldn't help but to grin when he saw that blush that was becoming oh so common now. He reveled in the small sign of an innocent side to the man. But as much as he loved to see it, he figured that the vaporeon had been embarrassed enough for one day and so he did him the favor of changing the subject now. "So how long did you plan on staying here?" he asked, tender smile as he reached up a hand to brush back a piece of the man's blue hair from his face. "I can take you home whenever you would like, you're welcome here."

Dendera didn't quite understand why Silas was so stubbornly against being close to people, surely something bad must have happened in his life to make him that way. Dendera just didn't know what it was that could be that bad. The umbreon had been through quite a few losses in his life but never anything that knocked him down hard enough that he didn't get back up and just fight back harder.

"I guess." he responded when Silas made a comment on his living conditions. "I don't usually notice, I play a lot of video games, and like to go out." he smiled to himself, it was a fairly pleasant lifestyle for him, it suited him. "I suppose I'm used to it." The umbreon had become accustomed to spending most of his time by himself, or with the voices on his headset. In his childhood he had a father figure but that was only when he wasn't fighting the Muslims and then from age 17 until now he'd just lived by himself. He didn't really ever notice that it should be a lonely life, he kept himself far too busy.

When the boy finally responded that he would be staying, Dendera offered a big smile. "Good, then you'll play a game with me." he announced, as though the vaporeon didn't really have a choice, and he immediately pulled himself out of the couch cushions and headed for the shelves around the large television. He had a plethora of video games, really just about anything that you could want to play. But up on the shelf that was eye level were only first person shooters, obviously his favorites.

Somewhere around that area he found something that he thought would be suitable, he didn't want to grab a game that would have them playing against one another because he thought it would be rude. He didn't know if the boy was any good at games or not and didn't want to have to try to play badly just to even the score. Once he'd chosen the game, he popped it into the xbox 360 and grabbed up another controller, one already on the couch from when he was playing. "Left 4 Dead, it'll be fun." he said as he offered the man the second controller.

Dendera laughed at the vaporeon's obvious confusion over the game. He had honestly thought that anyone could at least figure out the control's but really if you never played very many games before it was understandable to be confused. The umbreon then took the oppurtunity to scoot closer towards Silas, holding his controller up to where the boy could see it. He quickly ran over what each button did and then turned his attention back to the screen.

"It's a zombie survival game, one of my favorite games." he was with a smile, happy to share his hobby. "There are the regular infected, pretty easy to kill come in large groups." he began explaining as he started up a game for them. He selected the Mercy Hospital, the easier level of the four different fields in his opinion. "And there are boomers, huge zombies, when they die they spit bile on you which attracts other zombies. It's best to kill them from a distance." he was explaining as the game loaded, watching the loading screen as though he were already ready.

"Hunters jump you and you can't get up until a teammate knocks them off. Smokers grab you with a long tongue and you can't get out of it until a teammate shoots them, unless you get a good shot in right as it grabs you." Dendera wasn't sure what more he could do then describe the infected, he wasn't very good at teaching so really Silas would just have to figure most of it out on his own with minimal help. "Then there are the witches, you'll hear them crying when you come close. If you shine a light on them or shoot at or near them or just get too close, you'll startle her. She chases and downs whoever startles her." the umbreon had a feeling that if they ran into a witch he would have to take her down fast, even though he was going to try to not play too hard.

"Lastly, there are the tanks. They're big bad and ugly, lots of health, lots of damage." once he finished, he grabbed his weapon of choice, the automatic shot gun. Some people would call it cheap but hell, he liked it. He also grabbed his first aid kit and was ready and then turned to Silas, to see if the vaporeon knew what to do now, hopefully he could just follow the umbreon's lead.