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Aleksy's phone dinged with a response. Alg knew where Jeremiah was so a text from the redhead meant something warranted a message. Though Jeremiah's phone was similarly buzzing with a message of inquiry.

"I know she's in Russia," he replied, "and I know you can't prove she was here." Jeremiah let his head fall back again, hand squeezing lightly before he used his other to rub his forehead. "I just-"

Then, of course, his phone buzzed and he was wriggling to get it from his pocket. Jeremiah was throwing a text in response.



The phone was set to the ground then, a long arm laying it there, before he was looking at Aleksy once more. Fraternal twins meant different blood but Jeremiah had known that already. "Beyond the obvious of what that implies," her DNA under his nails, "I can't do anything else." His voice was softer then. "... and you should know."

As he was having a hard time reconciling it himself.

Jeremiah just rolled his eyes at the unmoving redhead. Somethings, it seemed, never changed. "More than likely. It's not as if I can report what I know." Heaven help him if anyone reported-

He looked to Aleksy and shook his head. "I don't know." Fingers stretched out one by one. "Michael was part of what is holding the cage shut, keeping it locked away. I don't know that everyone wants that." Blue-green eyes flicked towards his face, that expression. Jeremiah's was dark, drawn and tired not-so-suddenly. "Keeping it locked up may not be the answer."

Sometimes, the words were the same but the people were different. "I know, Lisichya." Jeremiah would have shifted, would have given Aleksy a hug or a pet of hair or something, but instead just squeezed his hand where it rested.

"They won't." Jeremiah's voice went hard, certain. "Fraternal twins and you were in the hospital during the estimated time of death." It was his case, he was working it, and everything continued to point to the impossible. "This is at least one thing you do not have to worry about."

Not caring, a hand went to squeeze around Aleksy's wrist, to pull it away from his face. "I mean it." Jeremiah held on only a moment, long enough that he felt that pull again before he was letting go.

Jeremiah nodded with a quiet sigh. The request to not touch was reasonable and he meant to not do so again but he never had been good, or would be good, about being able to sit (lay) idly by while Aleksy looked like that.

"A pair of gloves, a nice pair. That's what you're getting," he said, a yawn following. His eyes watched the younger man a moment, giving him an actual smile before his eyes slid shut. "You set an alarm didn't you?"

This was nothing that could not, really, be discussed later. Aleksy was back now, no longer somewhere else, and even if he was irrevocably changed- Jeremiah did not have to worry as much.

Jeremiah let out a huff, eyes rolling. "I'd ask if you're going to move but I know better."

One arm was moved to lay across his eyes, the other across his stomach and against Aleksy (touching clothing). The arm over his eyes was lifted momentarily, his eyes glowing faintly for a moment as he spoke quietly. "I'm glad you're alright, Aleksy."

The arm lowered back down, Jeremiah succumbing to the tiredness that had come from all of this.