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Hektor blink a couple times when Weston leaned over so that their eyes would meet. It was a little hard to meet his eyes but at least it became easier when he said he wasn't mad, in fact it seemed that he knew he'd do this? Was he so predictable? Or maybe Weston was just used to dealing with wild animals he thought idly to himself, pushing to his feet so that he could follow after the other guy when he mentioned something about a meal. Food... that was something he could never pass up. Sure, he'd wanted to bail as quickly as possible but food, that too precedence over escape, especially when he didn't know when his next meal was coming, "It would be most appreciated." He couldn't recall his last good meal, especially since eating hadn't really been on his mind when he wasn't feeling good.

When he was asked about allergies he gave pause, thinking on it for a moment, before he shook his head, "I... don't think so." He couldn't recall any food that he'd eaten giving him problems at least. His memory was still a bit on the wonky side though so he couldn't say he knew everything about 'Hektor' not in the way he seemed to recall so much about 'Cipher'. It really did complicate things a little. Still, he didn't feel as though food allergies was something he had to worry about, "I am pretty sure that I am alright with everything. Whatever you can spare is fine by me." He didn't mind what it was, so long as it was filling he'd be happy.

Hektor turned when he heard shuffling foot steps, for a moment on edge... until he remembered that there were only two people in the apartment. This wasn't a place that one had to worry at all times who was around, what they were after, and what they might try to take from you. At least it didn't seem that way to him. If anything it was the opposite, they seemed to be more giving then anything. Upon seeing Issac he tilted his head slightly, wondering if this was the same guy from earlier. He looked a bit shaken up, talking about... water? He couldn't help but to wonder what that meant. What water?

He turned to look over at Weston as he ordered Issac to the couch, telling him that he was making food for Hektor and instantly he was shaking his head, "Oh! It's not that important, if he needs something you can do that instead." He didn't want to be a bother to the brothers, especially if Issac needed his brother for something. He turned to watch as Issac headed for the couch as Weston told him to, wondering if he was getting in the way of something... only to find himself given a rather strange job. Stroking Issac's hair...? He looked more then a little uncertain about the idea, certain that Issac would prefer his brother doing such a thing to some dirty bit of street trash... still, Weston seemed insistent and could he really say no when they were doing so much for him?

"I... guess... I could try." He said, then turned to look at the food he was being offered. He reached out to take it with his good hand, popping it into his mouth, and seemed to gulp it down with only the minimal amount of chewing as though he were afraid it might be taken from him by Weston or some other outside source. Once he was done he followed along after Issac, sitting down on the couch near to him, shifting in an uncertain manner. He wasn't all to sure about it but he still reached out to Issac with his good hand to make an attempt at petting him. He'd never done this before, never even pet an animal before, hell the only animal he knew had mauled him... but... Issac at least didn't seem to be in a biting mood. This should be alright, "I... hope I am an alright stand in until your brother can take over." He murmured, not sure if he was even doing it right, he could only hope he was helping somewhat despite his inexperience.

It was one thing for Hektor to attempt to pet Issac, it was a strange thing but he at least felt like he could do it, but dealing with someone suddenly crawling into his lap was a whole other thing entirely. His body went stock still, his blue eyes went wide, and he starred down at Issac as though he was certain that the man was about to eat him up. Why... why would he do this? Why would he get so close to him all of a sudden? Wasn't he disgusted? Hektor knew full well that he couldn't smell pleasent, not to mention that his clothes were a bit on the rough side, and given he was sitting up so straight and still he couldn't be comfortable. As such how could Issac want to cuddle with someone like him? It made absolutely no sense...

Turning to glance at Weston he wanted to call out to him for help but couldn't quite seem to find his voice at the moment. Weston said that Issac was clingy when he first woke up, that he would let go when Weston was done... what was it he was doing again? Hot chocolate right? Which meant that it shouldn't take too long. You just added the powder to hot water and stirred, he should be able to hold out that long. He had to do this, had to remain polite, he owed them after all.

Lifting his good hand up he started to pet Issac's hair again in a somewhat stiff manner, "Umm... there, there." He said, not sure what else to say since he didn't understand the guy or his nightmares like Weston did. He could only try his best and hope that Weston came to save him sooner then later.

There was a moment where it felt almost... nice. The way that the two brothers were welcoming him into their home, treating his wounds, allowing him to rest somewhere safe, being kind to him despite everything that he'd done... not that they knew of anything he'd done, of course. They were just people who were being too kind to a stranger was all. They didn't know what they could be getting into by being near to him. He starred down at the one that was clinging to him, giving a bit of a sighing sound. It was nothing more then a dream, he knew that, this wasn't where he was supposed to be. He knew what his duty was, it was something that lay far away from here, in the lonely, silent prison known as Cruithne.

Hektor glanced over at Weston as he appeared, setting a cup of hot chocolate down before Issac on the table. That was it, that was what the one in his lap was waiting for, the hot drink and his brother. Hektor was just a stand in. Shifting himself to the side he freed himself from Issac's grip, pushed to his feet, and moved to scoop his bag up with his good arm, slinging it over his shoulder, "I need to go." This was all a pleasent dream amidst the nightmare he was currently living. He had to and fix his mistakes, seal Cruithne back up, and return their himself. He couldn't allow himself to get attached to anyone when his duty would force him to leave this place for good one day, to return to the second moon, to return to his silent vigle. There were some amongst the senshi would never have normal lives, would never have friends. It was a reality he had to face.

"This, all of this, I thank you for it but this isn't where I belong." He told the pair, heading for the door. It was time for him to leave, before he got in any way comfortable. He couldn't afford to get comfortable. As it was, until he cleaned up his mess, he would need to be forever on guard for Guardians that were out for his blood, Senshi that would want revenge on him for failing to up hold his duty, and the Acolytes that would hate him on sight because he was a senshi. He wouldn't let any of the three factions have at these brothers just because they were too nice for their own good and brought him here while he was injured. They had done more then enough already and he'd make sure that nobody dragged them into a battle that wasn't theirs.

All he could do now was leave, vanished into the city, and pray that Selene didn't set the senshi on him. He knew she was likely mad at him for failing, he was upset with himself, but given what was in the prison he couldn't help but to question her motives. Not that it was exactly his place, he was a soldier, meant to do his duty without questioning those in command. He would need to stay on guard and await further orders at this point he supposed. Or perhaps he should do the right thing and turn himself in to Selene? It was something he'd have to think on. While he did want to go about his duty, to serve Selene, and to give himself up to her at heart Hektor was a bit of a coward. Knowing well that she would likely punish him he couldn't quite bring himself to face her. Not yet at least.