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((ahah awww thankies!! Im stuck, poor Seti razz pretty much anyone else and Kirus would just either kiss them or punch them!! ))

Kirus nodded, seeing that Seti was still out of it, but slowly, slowly returning. He hoped he would be able to reach the other soon enough. There was much that needed to be said.
He stood, casting a glance at his friend before crossing to the bar, and ordering two sets of blood. He did not smile at the bar tender, who served him quickly enough, looking a little nervous, his eyes flitting from Kirus to Seti, the body of Loki and back.
Kirus' own eyes were hard and crystalline. He paid in coin and took the blood without a word. He crossed the room once more, stepping neatly over the dead demon to pass one cup of sanguine to Bella, who although healed, would probably need her nerves calming. Next, he knelt again before Seti, and picking up his friends hand, curled it around the warm glass, hoping the other would take it from him, and so be quenched, if a little.

Kirus noted the unease that Seti was dealing with- it looked as though he was learning to move, breath, act again, from the beginning. He really didnt know how to help.

He took a chance.

Something both he and Seti would probably never do. Ever.

He took the glass from his friends hand. He pulled the other to him, feeling Seti stiff against him, he bent the others arms manually to hold him in return.
"let it out" he muttered against the other.

He knew it was cliche. He knew the answer would in all likelyhood be either extreme grief, or extreme violence. Perhaps neither.

"Seti"
Kirus said., He wasnt really sure why, he could feel the others movement, increment by increment. The air was filled with thick sadness and confusion. He could smell salt. Sorrow. He did not let go. Did not move himself.

He was well aware of the picture they probably made. Well aware that they had already caused scene enough. Right now, his friend needed help. He didnt care.

"It was for the best"

another cliché line, spoke in hushed, but real tones. It was true. If Loki had not been killed, he would have find some way to take Seti once again. Would have hollowed him from the inside in screaming pain, until the other was just a shell.

His hand found the back of Seti's head as he fell forward, carding through the hair softly, some odd comfort perhaps. He hoped he was doing what was right.

Bella looked Silver over. It seemed to be a fitting name, what with the glowing and all. She delacatly shook her hand and let her hands return to their place behind her back. Her eyes turned to Seti and Kirus. She didn't quite understand the situation, but figured now wasn't the best time to ask about it.
She suddenly remembered that it was quite impolite to watch another so carefully and she moved her gaze to her feet. When she was wanted, she would be called upon. She was facinated, though, and couldn't help but to let her mind wander over the scene she had just witnessed. Something must be terribly wrong if Seti was upset about it. She was also moved by Kirus's caring way toward Seti. Moved to tears, actually. She wiped her eyes and held her breath to keep from letting her emotions leak through her eyes. Her eyes focused on the ground, though she yearned to keep watching.

Silver sat back down in the chair after shaking the woman's hand. She fidgeted uncomfortably and turned herself away from the scene Kirus and seti were making. You realized what it must look like to the other bystanders, and that made her giggle in her thoughts.

((sorry for the sort post gonk ive got some major writers block with silver here xp ))