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The frown only deepened as he didn’t hear the other answer. Normally the demon would give Kalore a grunt or a growl or something, but this time it was just the sound of scrubbing. “Monty? I’m coming into the bathroom, okay?” Another frown and he soon was moving so that he would be able to walk into the room, leaning a bit on the counter as he watched the silhouette of Monty, frowning again. “Hey, are you okay?” The sound of the constant scrubbing was bothering him, along with the sound of the water on the other, knowing that it was cold.

The man shook his head some, sighing softly, “Monty… I can hear the scrubbing… how bad of shape is your skin in?” he frowned more, looking at the other through the fogged glass. Kalore knew that Monty wasn’t near as self destructive as he was, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t physically destructive. He could remember the other splitting his knuckles and getting bloody from his temper, but that was okay. Wounds like that could heal easily and didn’t do any damage to the demon, so Kalore wasn’t worried about that. But Monty was scrubbing at his skin, which normally told him that this was more mental than physical.

Another frown and it wasn’t long before the other just took off the shirt, sighing some. He didn’t care if the pants got messed up, but that was a shirt that was actually needed… at the moment he really didn’t care too much as he opened the door some, moving in front of him, his arms crossed. “Monty… Your skin is completely red.” Kalore didn’t care that he was getting wet as his hand gently touched his chest, shaking his head. “I was just lounging in your room, Monty, nothing more. Come on and just relax with me. You’re going to end up taking off another layer of your skin if you’re not careful.” He was frowning, but there was real worry in his eyes; not pity, but worry for someone that he cared about.

His hands were off of the other as he saw the flinch, causing Kalore to sigh once again. He didn’t know what it was that he was going to do about all of this, but hopefully he would be able to get the other into a better shape than what it was he was in. Another sigh and it wasn’t long before Kalore shut off the water, leading Monty by the hand out of the bathroom after handing him a towel grabbing three more - - one for Monty’s hair and two for himself. “Want to sit on the bed and I’ll dry and brush your hair?” He smiled softly at the other as he spoke, making sure that he would be able to keep close to the other and help him in any way that he would be able to do.

There was a bit of a look of confusion on the other’s eyes as he soon took the robe, nodding in thanks as he stripped down and pulled it on. “Thank you, Monty.” Giving the other a small nod, it wasn’t long before he was moving so that he would be able to sit behind the other, kneeling. “I’ll make sure that I don’t touch your back or anything.” He could see where the other had scrubbed his skin completely red as he sighed some, moving so that he was gently brushing out his hair and drying it, paying attention to making sure that it looked great. Monty’s hair was longer than Kalore’s, though only by a few inches, but he was treating it as he would his own.

HE would never really know why, but it was always something of a habit for the other to be humming when he did anything. He normally liked to talk when he was around others, but he didn’t think that Monty would want to do something like that at the moment. There wasn’t really a real reason on why it was that he was feeling like that, but he was for some odd reason or another. Sighing softly, he was actually almost doe when Monty had kissed his fingers, causing him to blink some. “Eh?” But, after a second or two, he understood and soon was smiling softly as he leaned over, kissing his cheek softly. “What can I do to make you feel better, Monty?” There was no innuendo in his words, but genuine concern from someone that would really do whatever the other needed. Kalore didn’t want to see him this upset.

Blinking slowly, it wasn’t long before Kalore leaned over and tenderly kissed the demon’s cheek, nodding some. “I wasn’t planning on letting a soul know about this Monty.” Another soft smile and he was careful not to hug the other until the red faded from Monty’s skin, knowing that it would sting the other and he didn’t want to hurt him anymore than Monty was already hurting. “If there’s anything that you need me to do, I will. Is there anything that needs done while you rest?” Kalore was speaking kindly, but it was obvious that he was going to force Monty to rest, even if he had to pin him down… actually… no, now wasn’t the time to be thinking about something like that and he wasn’t going to do something like that. Instead, he continued to smile softly at the man that he had grown to care about so much over the past few months.

Sighing softly, Kalore was shaking his head as he soon was in front of the other, straddling his hips before pushing Monty gently onto the bed. “Monty… you’re going to rest. I’ll clean up everything; you just need to tell me where your cleaning things are.” His eyes were locked onto his. “You’re going to stay in here as I clean, and when I come back in here then you should be asleep, or at least dozing.” Voice serious, Kalore frowned more at the other, making sure that his weight was on his knees and not on his hips, his hand barely touching him but the threat of pressure there. Kalore just didn’t want to make him sore; the lack of his first layer of skin a bit disturbing…