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So obnoxious.

"It's not like I haven't tried." He said with a bitter bite to Ever about the books then added, "at any rate the guy who was caught in a library has no business telling me how to be smart. But whatever, just hurry the hell up, I'm not here to spend leisure stroll time with you morons, I want to sleep." He grunted arms folding over his chest before he added pointedly to both of them, "so get a goddamn move on your old asses." Brows furrowed and a tanned hand rubbed at his eye, moving around a contact for a brief flash of bluegrey.

"Mmm. It'd probably be faster if you let me carry you." Ever agreed with Zeke absently: watching the young man in a thoughtful sort of way before his eyes flicked back onto Zeke's face.

"You never had any sex issues, did you? Self-doubt or questioning, thinking it was gross or unnatural or viewing it as something to be ashamed of." There was genuine curiosity in there, his head cocked to one side. Ever, certainly, had -- but he was over it, now. That was the trick. He took another drag and then offered over the rest of the cigarette into Zeke's care.

Between them he was no match, though he didn't doubt he could take Zeke if alone at least with smarts. A smug sort of look was given as the man held the book out and then motioned to his leg with a finger. That looked dropped however when Ever spoke up as the voice of wisdom, he was right, they both were even if he didn't want to admit it. His leg hurt and Ever could carry him faster, which would get them there and in turn him gone faster.

Half tempted a tanned hand reached for the book as the two men started to talk. Though as the actual conversation hit him Cain paused, flickering between both faces as they spoke. What...what was this. Were they making fun of him again? No. It didn't seem so, but what Ever had said, at least pieces of it struck close to home. And that was made clear by the look that crawled across tanned freckled features. Maybe more so as he surrendered, an arm moving out to swat Ever on the shoulder as Cains face turned down to look at the ground grumbling, "you going to pick me up or what a*****e?"

The remainder of the cigarette was passed between the men by the time he looked up, the bright red end catching his attention. Zeke's grip on his book was likely slack because of the trade he thought but instead of going for the book which he should have Cain grabbed the smoke and muttered, "I'll take that as payment for all the bullshit." Unless of course the other hunters protested, but given the slightly vulnerable puppy face Cain was giving that could be made difficult.

Ever wasn't the only one surprised as Cain actually relented to being carried. It had brows twitching up, gaze sliding up to Ever for a meaningful look before the smaller Life stole the cigarette right out of his mouth. "Thief." His tone was mild, betraying the narrow-eyed stare he aimed down at the trainee. It didn't matter, not really. Zeke had half a pack in his pocket if he was really hard up for a nicotine fix. Which he wasn't. Grabbing smokes out of Ever's grasp was something of a force of habit by now.

He slowed so Ever could scoop the smaller man up into his arms, then resumed his leisurely pace, tucking Cain's book under his arm.

"Not the same brand of batshit," she'd clarify, lips twitching in a rueful smile. "My mother is devote. Roman Catholic, remember?" Maybe he didn't It had been a conversation shared on their first meeting, before things had heated up. "She adopted a more passive reaction to any dalliances she deemed a threat to my immortal soul. Nagging, guilt, praying for me." God bless the woman. She had been trying, overbearing, but still obviously cared.

Giving a snort, Zeke smiled again. "My dad didn't seem to care one way or another." Considering how very religious his up-bringing had been, Zeke was well aware that he'd gotten off easy on his parent's reactions what had been considered questionable life choices. There was a beat, a flash of a considering look, then Zeke gave a small tip of his head, amending himself. "To be fair, I'm not sure they ever knew I was ******** men. That didn't start until after I left for college, and it wasn't as if I went out of my way to tell them." They had known he'd been a frisky little s**t, though.

Cain drifted off, which meant he'd probably only hear snippets of their conversation as they walked -- or, only remember snippets of their conversation. They wandered, because they always wandered, Ever giving Zeke a hard time for giving Cain such a hard time,

"Just because I can take it doesn't mean that anyone can," Ever said, and Zeke's reply was a crude, "You don't just take it, you like it," to which Ever couldn't really argue.

His feet crunched against grass as they made their way back toward the dorms slow, the conversation shifting once Cain was out of the picture, no longer a gnat that drove them both to their most obnoxious worst. A quiet conversation about rooms, and Cain could pick up the important bits, as Zeke dryly suggested his own was better:

"There's no torture equipment in mine, if you're so worried about what he'll think," and so Ever snorted an understanding agreement and hiked Cain a little higher. It meant they'd have to slide past 104 and farther down the hall, the sound of his footsteps shifting from soft crunching to the ringing of soles against the floor.

"I can't get the door, Zeke --" But Zeke had it open before Ever could really complain, and maybe Cain would wake up as Ever slid him out of his arms, not quite as gently as he would have liked, and onto Zeke's bed.

At least it wasn't too terribly rumpled.

"We've met." He reached out to take the book from Zeke's hand and dropped it onto the bed before grabbing his fingers, instead; drawing the other man in close enough to catch the waist of his pants, instead, and look around the room. There wasn't space enough for three, here -- and besides, he thought that Cain wouldn't be thrilled if they stuck around.

"Let's let him be. Nothing for him to steal, really, is there?" He used his grip on Zeke's pants to pull him back toward the door, to drag him out. "My room'll do."