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Intelligent and well-spoken as he was, Aure couldn't keep himself from saying what he thought. "Damnit, Ean. You've been alone for two ******** weeks and you've had my number. I know the damned house phone doesn't pick up but I checked my voice mail every day! You could have at least..." He sighed, fury already spent. "God-damn it all to Hell, Ean. I was worried."

"So, what, when I'm a girl I'm not allowed to be friends because I'm not male? I can't help or keep you company?" His explanation hurt more than silence would have, but Aure didn't say anything more than that. After being quiet for a moment, he looked at the other. Cautiously, he brushed a chunk of Ean's hair back behind his friend's ear. "Are you all right? I didn't mean to snap." That was just a white lie- he had meant to be snappish. He just didn't want to hurt him anymore.

But we were just barely children when we met, Aure thought as he listened to Ean. That's hardly possible. But he ignored that and reached out to smooth back Ean's hair again, and resigned himself to a rotten thing he was about to do. "I'd never reject you, Ean," he lied, even knowing that he might have if he'd heard something he truly didn't want to hear. And he hated himself for saying that, for knowing it wasn't true, but his face remained the same as it had since he'd arrived; a little unbalanced, sad, smiling just a little. There was no detectable change at all, like he knew exactly how his face was meant to look. That was the downside to intellect; you knew that you couldn't predict what you would do were situations different. "I'm not saying you couldn't hurt me. I might be pretty fragile; I don't know-" a faint memory of the brick, turning away, and something exploding into pain "-but we could always be friends. Always. Now, please stop crying. You'll make yourself ill."

He wrapped his arms around his friend, a tentative sort of hug like you give to someone when you don't know exactly what to do. The abnormal speed of Ean's heart worried him, very much; it showed in the way his grip tightened momentarily, and in the way he continued to gently pull Ean's hair out his his friend's face. "Please, you're going to make yourself worse," he said, worse slipping out instead of ill. Please don't notice, he hoped; he hadn't chosen a definitive course of action yet...

Almost as if watching someone else, Aure saw himself shift Ean to a flat surface- in this case, the floor- and begin to administer CPR. How awkward, he thought, so this is what panic feels like? After this, he'd definately have to go get that case study, if it was in fact there. If Ean didn't feel well enough to help, he'd just dissolve the door.

He slid his arms under Ean's shoulders and knees, shivering at the cold. Vaguely he was thankful for the two jackets he wore, and remembered distantly the program he'd once watched on hauntings. Rooms went cold in the presence of malevolent spirits. He shrugged it off and hurried back the way the two had come maybe fifteen minutes ago, to Ean's room; he carefully tucked his friend under the covers and sat on the very edge of the circular bed to catch his breath; he was sure it was only sheer luck that he hadn't dropped Ean. Then, provided he found someone to keep an eye on Ean, he'd go looking for Dragon's lab and the case study...

Ignoring Nishin, Aure took off one of the two jackets and covered Ean with it. Slight overkill, maybe. But it made him feel better. "I have my own stalker, how flattering," he said dully. He sighed, watching the mist dissipate into the chilly air. "No, I wasn't aware, and I'd've preferred you let him tell me. Hm?" He threw a particularly murderous glance at the ghost, then took a deep breath that stung his chest. Calm, calm was important.

Aure wasn't concerned; he had eyes only for Ean. Even if he'd been remotely afraid of the ghost-man, he could feel the energy that dissolved things crackling under his skin, everywhere that wouldn't cause the bed or floor to fall to molecular dust. Nishin could try to cut Aure all he liked. It wouldn't work, not unless something happened to distract him from maintaining that energy under his skin.

"I do not have to sleep," Aure muttered darkly, even knowing that he would sometime. "You passed out," he said to Ean. "I want to go get that case study- do you think you'll be okay on your own?" Cautiously, he let the crackle of energy disppear from beneath his skin, then looked over his shoulder where Nishin had been just moments before. "Say it if you aren't, and I'll stay..."