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Dendera spent the remaining time of their walk silently taking in the changes that had happened in the city, and really it wasn't that many changes. He still saw many shops from his memories, and normally seeing it all would have made him happy. Nostalgia generally had a good effect on the Egyptian but right now it just made him want the foreign hotel room even more, wanting to sink into one thing that didn't come out of his past. He had a few phone calls to make, he didn't really want to deal with the funeral, didn't really want to see Amasis put to rest, but he knew that it was something that he couldn't avoid dealing with.

When they reached the Cairo Semiramis it didn't take very long to get checked in, especially since you could reserve a room at this hotel while getting your airline ticket. It was also a good thing that they had a car rental desk, it was something that the umbreon hadn't dealt with earlier and they would likely need one to get around. The building of the hotel was big and invasive in appearance from the outside, like all hotels it was this big hulking thing that tried to look welcoming but never did look as much like a home as just a simple house did. But it was nice. Once they reached the inside there were black desks, lobby room furniture and walls being a safe mix of earthen tones and many details in golden shades. It was nice.

It was not only a very nice hotel, but it was also a lot cheaper than the ones you would find in America (and every suite boasted a view of the Nile River from your balcony, something that in Dendera's opinion, none of the American hotels had anything to match). In fact, he had spent more than he had to on the room just because of how cheap it really was, so he had put them in one of the 'deluxe Nile' rooms. Up the elevator they went and upon entering the room they were welcomed by two queen sized beds, a white blanket with a bed skirt of different shades of blue, a small cover over the white blanket that had white and pale blue designs, and pillows to match the small cover. On the head boards there were even tiny golden pharaoh heads. And before reaching the balcony would be a set up of a small blue love seat and two matching chairs all facing towards where a large flat screen television was. There was a couple of doors in the room which Dendera knew to lead to the small kitchenette and the bathroom.

But really what the Egyptians eyes were on was the balcony, hidden behind a large window like door, and just past it lay the Nile River and across more of the city scape of Cairo. He stared at it for a long few moments while Silas made himself at home in the room (as at home as Silas gets). It was far more breathtaking when you didn't see it every single day. After he caught himself staring though, he pulled himself out of it and walked over to the stand the television was on. On the stand next to the television was a small pamphlet with a list of 'luxuries' that the hotel offered to those staying in one of their deluxe suites. As he stared down the long list every item just seemed to remind him of the reason that people usually would stay in these rooms, for a nice enjoyable vacation in a historical city that some people only ever got to see once in their lives.

This brought his attention back to the 'guest' that he had brought with him. He looked to him now to see that Silas was just sitting on the edge of what would be his bed for the time that they were here. He approached him, sitting down beside him, disregarding the personal space issues that the vaporeon had, "I'm sorry," he said softly. It was an apology for the way that he had been carrying himself which he could only imagine to be ruining whatever enjoyment Silas could possibly get out of this trip, "I hope you enjoy it..It's a beautiful city." he was speaking softly still, but trying to make it look more like a vacation and less like a trip that he had to take. "If you want anything you can just ask you know?" he leaned forward now, just enough to look at his friend's face, wearing a small smile for him.

Dendera found the beds to be as comfortable as they looked, sitting beside Silas, but his mind wasn't on the comfort or the luxuries of the hotel. He didn't really know how to treat this trip, he knew that there was no way that he could expect the vaporeon to understand why he had to be here and what the man had meant to Dendera. It was hard for the umbreon to treat it like the vacation that it must have looked like though.

When he was dragged over to the balcony he didn't make any protest and didn't try to pull his wrist away, just letting Silas drag him as he often did to the other. Though, he didn't really understand why he was being led to the balcony, until he heard the vaporeon speak. He didn't know what to say and now his eyes just stayed on the steadily flowing river that was easily seen from where he stood, the water looked clean and almost clear and brought back memories of the hot summers of his childhood when he would spend the evening in the water. He pulled his arms up around himself, just holding his hands over his own arms. He felt like he would cry, but he really didn't want to and he was just trying his hardest to keep his emotions in check.

Then he heard Silas's voice bringing him back down again, "Not me?" he asked quietly, but he didn't need the answer. He was acting so differently, doing things he normally wouldn't do - one of which being actually considering the President's request. That was probably why the vaporeon had come along. Dendera knew that even though Silas tried to deny it to himself, he really cared about the umbreon and it had been foolish for the umbreon to not realize that it probably hurt Silas to see the request and realize that Dendera was actually considering it. "Sorry.." he apologized again, still standing on the balcony, facing towards the water, but speaking loud enough to be heard despite the bit of distance between them.

When he thought about it, if this had been just a trip home he would have been excited to show Silas the city, all the sights of Cairo, and just to generally spoil him. But instead he'd been treating it all like he'd been sentenced to the worst thing ever, trudging along and barely speaking to the vaporeon who usually held his attention over anything else around him. He was acting very different, lost in his own thoughts and memories instead of sharing what could have been a nice trip with his companion.

After bidding the view of the river farewell, he entered the room again, sliding the glass door behind him closed. Upon re-entering the room he found Silas to be laying on his side in the bed that he'd chosen, it put a small smile on his face, just to realize how much the vaporeon was willing to do for him - the least that he could do in return was act like himself. With a small laugh he thought to himself, 'I'm sure he'll regret that request..or at least act like it'. The darker male approached the bed now, sitting down on it lightly before leaning down to steal up one of the vaporeon's wrists. He tugged it towards him, forcing Silas to turn back over onto his back. "Thank you for coming with me." he said softly, red eyes staring down at the pale boy before Dendera took the liberty of laying over Silas's abdomen, light enough that it would only really cause minimal discomfort except for the fact that any physical contact from the Egyptian seemed to send Silas into a tantrum. He also took this opportunity to release the vaporeon's wrist only to slid his hand up into the other's hand, lacing his fingers with Silas's. "I have a question though..if you like me acting the way that I do, then why do you make such a fuss about it?"

Dendera watched as the vaporeon's slowly became a tomato, his blush getting worse with each little action from the umbreon. He could feel the male beneath him tensing up, as he often did when Dendera passed his threshold for personal space invasion, but it was something that the Egyptian was becoming used to and just hoped that eventually Silas would become more comfortable with him and with him popping his bubble.

When Silas looked away from him, an obvious attempt at hiding that blush and evading the taller male's gaze which for some reason had some strong effect on him, Dendera reached out with his free hand to brush away the hair that had fallen over Silas's face, revealing his blushing cheeks. Then he heard the response to his idle question, and then some. He listened quietly, watching as the vaporeon took out the knife that was his reason for turning down the umbreon's offer of a hand-made weapon by him.

For a few moments, he just stared at Silas, unsure of what to say. It was surprising, the shorter male rarely really spoke openly about anything that he felt, or about his past. Though really, Dendera hadn't spoken openly about his past either, it was just easier to ignore it when the umbreon didn't wear it on his face, never really having seen his past as anything tragic just that it was how life was. Finally when he did speak, he was unsure of what he was saying and maybe it didn't even matter but that kind of statement deserved some kind of response at least, "Most people..hate being alone. I mean..I was never one of those people, but most people don't like it." he started, beginning to find it difficult to remain staring at those pretty blue eyes, "I hope that either way, you're glad to have me around. I don't expect you to change who you are, I just keep myself hoping that who you are will become more comfortable with me the way that I am."

These were things that he kept to himself usually, not because they were embarrassing but because he didn't know how Silas would react to knowing them. "I don't mean to be invasive, I'm just accustomed to doing whatever I feel like doing and no one telling me that I can't." he admitted, realizing that it probably sounded like a very childish way to live but he had never put a reason to his own actions before, never having to talk about himself before.

Then the umbreon decided to lighten up what was becoming a very serious conversation, and honestly he already knew that this trip would be filled with people that wanted a serious conversation with him, so even just for a brief bit something lighter would be nice, "Besides," he began with a small smile, bringing the hand that he held up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of the vaporeon's hand, "It is just too cute when you blush like that." he finished, still content to lay over the vaporeon, actually rather liking the position.

Dendera just gave a soft laugh as he was called an idiot yet again, and for the same thing as he had been before. It was for Silas assuming that his words meant that he thought he didn't want him around. The umbreon knew and understood that Silas wanted him in his life, that much was at least obvious by now, the umbreon was just sharing a little peek into his own head which he understood to be hard to read sometimes. And he rarely shared very much information with the vaporeon as he was beginning to realize thanks to this surprise trip back home.

The next thing to leave Silas's lips both surprised the umbreon and put a pleasant smile on his lips. He reached out with both hands just to lightly run them through the vaporeon's hair, brushing it out of his face in the process, just a tender action that was filled with loving intent. "I'm not going anywhere." he assured the man that lay beneath him. But just as content as he was with that answer and this moment, he was reminded of the request that had been made along with the news of Amasis's death. It hurt him terribly to know how accepting that offer would affect Silas, he knew how hard it was for his companion to trust anything and it did worry him that serving for his country again would break what trust he'd gotten from the male.

If he did serve, it wouldn't be easy to leave Silas behind, really it would be terrible but it felt like it was what he should do. It felt so wrong to just go back to the States and live his life knowing the request for aid that he had received and the man that had died answering that same request years ago. Silas continued to speak, and he'd heard him but his mind was more in his own thoughts at this point, becoming very distressed with the decision that he was faced with. But suddenly, there was a hand at the back of his head and then lips softly pressed to his forehead. It had brought him out of whatever thoughts had been circling about in his mind, bringing him into a much more settled state as he stared down at two blushing cheeks.

A warm smile somehow found its way to his lips, as he let thoughts of the military slip away, vanquished by the simple kiss from Silas. "Hm?" was his response as the vaporeon seemed to attempt to speak again but had stopped. But before he could attempt to speak again, Dendera pushed himself further up on to the bed, sliding over his companion to lay on the other side of him, his long hair cascading over his body from the large movement. He stared at the vaporeon with curious red eyes as he began to offer random musings aloud, "You know..you used to hate for me to even barely touch you," he spoke in a playful tone, rather pleased with how things were turning out between them though he was unsure of what exactly it all meant - he would still enjoy it.

He reached out an arm now to let it rest across Silas's shoulder, dropping his hand into the man's soft blue hair, tenderly petting it as he spoke. "I don't think.. I honestly ever imagined you would become comfortable enough to kiss me." the words seemed so foreign to the umbreon's lips, normally he never talked about things like this. But normally, he never got close enough to someone that a conversation like this would even take place anyway. He had a feeling though, that his words would prompt Silas to snap at him, turn red, and pull away, but still at least it was cute when he was so stubborn - Dendera assured himself, having let all thoughts of the military slip away, at least for a few moments of peace and enjoyment.

Dendera just watched as his blushing companion tried to avoid his gaze. He still didn't understand just what it was the Silas was seeing when he looked into his red eyes, but it was obvious that it had some sort of strong effect on the vaporeon, that much he had learned with the time they'd spent together and during every serious conversation. Honestly, the umbreon didn't understand much of what went on in Silas's head, he just knew that he had found himself a place in his life and that he was happy there. And really, that was all that he needed to know, curiosity would find it's way to any other answers that he sought.

"Silas.." he said in a soft tone as his hair was tugged and he was told to 'shut up', he wore a tender smile on his lips, as he attempted to soothe whatever it was that made the vaporeon snap at him like he often did. He reached out to run a hand through Silas's hair again, but soon after the boy had pulled himself up off the bed, busying himself with something that obviously wasn't important but was only an excuse not to pay much attention to Dendera as he reminded him of the things that he needed to do here.

Then suddenly, Dendera did remember something very urgent that he needed to tend to as soon as possible. "Oh..I..yeah I actually do.." he raised a hand to his own lip as he felt his heart gripping his chest tightly. 'The body..I have to..I have to see the body..God..' he felt like he would cry, but he couldn't - wouldn't let Silas see him like that again. He didn't want to but he had to go to wash the body, it was tradition and had been taught to him from a very young age and though he was an atheist now - it was still something that he knew he had to do, at the very least out of respect for the dead, and his soldier. "I..I'll be back soon." he finally said, beginning to take on a more firm tone in hopes to hide the fact that he was actually rather shaken. "You can't come. You can come to the funeral but for this I want to go alone." he said without giving many details, and honestly hoped that Silas wouldn't ask for any.

Then he got up from the bed himself and headed towards the door to leave it at that. But as he reached for the door knob, he felt that pang of guilt in his chest. He shouldn't just rush out like that so harshly, Silas had done nothing wrong, it wasn't his fault that things were the way that they were. He took a moment to mentally collect himself, standing frozen at the door before turning back around. "But tonight when I get back, let me take you down the Nile, if you still want to swim in it then I want to take you to the clean water." he gave a small smile, an attempt to make it all better though he had a feeling that nothing could make this trip seem like a good thing for either man.

After mentioning swimming though he was reminded again of the clothing he had bought for Silas and the swim trunks that were still in his bag. "Oh!" he rushed over to his bag and pulled out the shopping bag, tossing it on the bed in front of the vaporeon, "They're for you. They won't fit me and I can't get a refund." and then he placed a short and soft kiss on his companions cheek, and before the vaporeon could object, he headed for the door "I'll be back soon, I promise." he assured him and then he was gone, off to clean the body of Amasis, his caretaker for so many years.

As was customary in most Arabic countries, the body of the dead was washed and wrapped by the closest living relative, which in this case was Dendera. The one thing that made it just ever so slightly easier on him was that the body had been damaged and aged enough that it was already wrapped when he arrived and he only had to go through the tradition of washing it, without ever having to lay eyes on the rotting face of his loved one. He had wept, quietly as was all that was allowed, and spoken to the body as though it still held the man he had known and it could offer him some answers. But of course no answers to his questions came, and he would be forced to make his decisions for himself. And he had the heavy decision on his shoulders between his sense of duty towards his country and Amasis, and going back to the States and continuing his life with Silas.

It took a bit longer than he had wanted it to, he had wanted to just finish it and go back to his hotel room where the one that he loved would be waiting and he could pretend nothing had happened. But of course he didn't get his way because his emotions had gotten the better of him and he had spent hours there just mourning his loss and the decisions that he was incapable of making.

After he had left, he made his way straight to the Semiramis, in the car that he'd rented before leaving the hotel. Every step seemed heavy as he approached the door, but he knew that he couldn't be like this in front of the vaporeon, he couldn't let him know how bothered he was by all of this, he didn't want to upset him. So before turning the knob he took in a deep breathe and put on a small smile, assuring himself that seeing his companion would help his mood return to normal, and he could forget holding the body in his arms. Just then though, he heard such a foreign sound, at least for Silas, laughter. Not loud or boisterous laughter by any means, but it was still definitely a laugh!

He turned the knob and opened the door only to be greeted with the television quickly clicking off, Silas having scrambled to make sure it'd been switched off. "Wha..?" Dendera stared curiously at the vaporeon, surprised and unsure of what had just happened. And then he thought that maybe the other thought that he wasn't supposed to be watching the television and so the umbreon assured him, "I don't mind if you use anything in the room.." and then he approached the television and turned it back on, the screen changing to a colorful cartoon! Finding Nemo to beat it all! Silas wasn't worried about Dendera not wanting him watching television! He was embarrassed about watching the cute children's cartoon. "Aw..you're so cuuute." he had the widest grin on his face as he watched the television for a second, almost in awe of what had just taken place, before turning back towards the vaporeon to just admire what he found to be the most adorable thing that he could have come home to. And he was right, the vaporeon had helped his mood a lot, and he was able to disregard the earlier happenings.

It seemed that no time had passed between the moment when Dendera was just grinning at the blushing vaporeon, and the moment when he was pounced by the usually physically shy paler male. He just smiled up at his companion as he implied a threat that, as serious as Silas might have been he just didn't have the brute force to follow through on. That is, even if he wanted to. "You are so cute." the umbreon repeated in almost a daring tone but apparently the vaporeon had realized how silly the remote was and the fact that he was now seated on top of the Egyptian.

Dendera let out light warm laughter as his companion retreated, then quickly attempting a change of subject. The umbreon peeled himself off the floor, feeling the tinge of pain from where his a** had made impact - but it was easily ignorable and one of the much lesser pains he'd been through in his life. Before the vaporeon had much time to react, Dendera had grabbed hold of his wrist again and brought it up to his lips, kissing the bare spot above his own fingers on the wrist that he held. "Why do you hate for me to think that you're cute?" he asked, completely ignoring the reminder about his suggestion of a trip down the Nile when he got back.

Then after a moment, he grabbed hold of the man's other wrist, pulling him by his wrists to face him before slipping his hands into lighter ones. "Is it.. too childish?" a small grin was beginning to make its way back onto his lips as he dipped closer to his companion's face, "Would you rather I call you something more adult? Sexy maybe?" he suggested with that grin only widening as he knew that this would certainly be pushing those barriers that the vaporeon insisted upon. "That suits you as well..it's just that sometimes you have these.." he paused to glance at the television that was now off for a moment before returning his gaze to pretty blue eyes, "..overwhelmingly adorable moments." the glance to the television had obviously been a reminder to Silas of the moment that had just happened. And now he didn't expect this one to last for much longer.