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Dendera had let Silas collect his things and then they left the party, and his band-mates who were apparently responsible for the man even going to the party in the first place. It was really amazing that they were even alive at this point with everything that they coaxed the vaporeon into. The drive was silent, as the taller male had said it would be. He hadn't even spoke as they were getting into the vehicle and he opened the door for his shaken companion.

He kept his attention mostly on the road, spacing out and not letting himself think too deeply. He was bothered by what Silas said in the middle of his breakdown, he wasn't sure how to take it and he was probably taking it the wrong way. He tried to remind himself that the vaporeon was upset and just freaking out, but it didn't stop him from being hurt by it. So it was better to push it out of his mind and hope to hear something different once they arrived at his home.

And when they did, he got out of the vehicle, making his way over to the passenger's side to open the door for the vaporeon, and then lead him into the house. He flicked on the light, closed the door behind them, and then guided Silas, by his wrist, to the couch they had spent plenty of time on by now. He wasn't sure what to say at first, and instead just stared into blue eyes that he had gazed at many times before.

After waiting as long as he felt like he could bear, he finally just asked, "What is going on? Are you okay?" he spoke softly, but was plenty audible in the quiet home, his hand sliding from Silas's wrist down to his hand. He wanted to know what had happened, what had brought his friend to his knees, and what made him say things that sounded like regret to the umbreon.

Dendera watched quietly as Silas shifted, taking the mask from his face. He could see that the man was hesitant to look at him but he understood what it was that he was trying to show him. He wasn't angry, or frustrated, or trying to push Dendera away. His companion was still confused, and showing it now more than ever, but he could see that he was just as fragile as the umbreon had told him that he was at one point. He looked like he could break at any minute. The dark-skinned man raised a hand, bringing it close to the vaporeon's face but soon pulling it away, almost afraid to touch him, and the confusion showed on his own face before his friend spoke.

He listened intently when the words did come, hearing what he had already seen the mask meant, just not fully understood. Then, the boy raised a hand up in a futile attempt at hiding his own face, and that was when Dendera found himself able to reach up to touch him. He raised his hand now to pull Silas's away, and then replace it with his own, cupping his friend's cheek and lightly grazing his thumb across his cheek - an attempt at comforting his delicate companion.

With every raising of his chest in every breath, he could feel his own heart beating. The umbreon wasn't even sure what was happening in his own head and yet he was asking Silas to explain what was going on in his. He wasn't sure what it was exactly that the vaporeon had come to realize, and he wanted to hear it. This intense kind of conversation seemed to really take its toll on the both of them, and he was certain that if this kept up his heart would leap through his ribcage. The nervous feeling was really something that he could never get used to. He was the man that could never be scared, was never nervous, or afraid. And yet, Silas could do this to him.

When he was able to find his tongue, and it seemed that the vaporeon had lost his, he spoke up, and maybe it was just ramblings but keeping his thoughts to himself wasn't something that Dendera did often anyway, "I think..I've told you this before but, I don't think you could possibly know how beautiful you are to me." it took him a moment to look into those soft blue eyes again, having found himself looking at their hands instead for a time. Yes, Silas was physically very lovely, and Dendera did acknowledge this but that wasn't what made him want to tell him over and over again how pretty he was. I was more so the feeling that he caused him, and the things that he wanted for him, wanting to be there for him, wanting to protect him, and even the possessive feelings over him. He wasn't sure how else to express that Silas meant the world to him, that he would do anything for him, that he never wanted to have to share him with anyone. But maybe the words to say were a lot simpler than he made them out to be. He couldn't articulate all that he felt, and all the thoughts swirling in his head, but some words come without any effort, without any thought, and before your mind even knows you're saying them. "I love you."

Dendera watched him with a very soft smile on his lips as he saw a familiar blush rising on Silas's face, even more red than usual which was hard to imagine possible sometimes. He could tell how surprised it had made his companion to hear his confession of love, a confession that he hadn't even realized that he was ready to make. Over the time that they had spent together he had come to learn how much he cared for the vaporeon, he had come to understand how hurt he would be to lose him, and how angry it would make him to see the man with anyone else like he was with him. It had become a slow realization for him that he really had feelings for the man, other than the curiosity he'd expressed towards him on the first night that they had spoken.

The umbreon had always been enamored with the idea of him, the fact that he struggled so much really only made Dendera want closeness with him more so. It was just that he'd never stuck that simple four letter word to it before, but apparently his mouth knew the word when his head didn't. And once he heard the words coming from his own lips it all seemed to fit so well, and just showed him all the more that there was no one else that he could want.

As the umbreon settled in his own head with what he had said, it seemed that his love was still reeling from it. Quickly when he saw the tears begin to drop, he reached up the hand that had been resting on Silas's own hand, and placed it on his other cheek. He gently wiped away at the tears that fell with his thumbs, unsure of what to say or why it made him cry. 'I'm sorry..' he thought vaguely, afraid that he had hurt him when that was the last thing that he had wanted to do.

Silas's makeup was now a mess, due to the tears and the pressing away of them, but the smudged dark makeup around his eyes and how damp they had become, only seemed to make his pretty blue eyes that much more lovely, and Dendera was stuck in silence staring into them as the boy tried to speak. But apparently Silas had chosen an alternative means of explaining, as he moved closer a piece of the umbreon knew what was happening but his head hadn't caught up yet. He could feel his heart banging against his ribcage with each heave of his breath, and the weight of that quickly thumping heartbeat seemed to make it so hard to breathe - in fact he might have held his breath at one point.

He kissed him, he hadn't been expecting it, and Dendera knew he had never been so nervous or excited about any kiss before this one. He was staring into blue eyes once again, the moment that Silas pulled away and once he said those words, Dendera quickly pulled him close once more, his arms sliding over the boys shoulders. When their foreheads met, he stopped there to just stare into his eyes, silently at first before he could speak again, "I thought..I thought you regretted meeting me." he spoke softly with a quiet relieved laugh, unsure of what else to say. He could have gone on about how he wanted Silas to be his, and his alone, how he was grateful to the boy's bandmates for getting him drunk that night, and how he would never leave. But it all seemed too much to say, and far too difficult as well.

Dendera was pleased to see that his confession hadn't tarnished his ability to make the vaporeon blush at all. No, if anything he was more red now than ever. A small smile found its way to the umbreon's lips as he stared at the boy that was very close now, close enough that he could feel the warmth from those rosy cheeks. "I don't either." he admitted softly, in a hushed tone, but continued to wear that soft smile. "So if you were waiting on an answer from me, I wouldn't count on it." he joked lightly, with a very subdued and nearly silent laugh.

He understood the unconventionality of their friendship, not just based on the fact that they were both male. It was more so based in the way that they were both so awkward and lost on the subject of their feelings, and just the way that they both chose to deal with such oblivious natures. They were an odd pair, that much was obvious. But Dendera still felt so much pleasure in Silas's company, and in knowing that his feelings were returned - though a lot of people wouldn't guess that from the way Silas normally carried himself. But he didn't have any clue what was supposed to happen from there. He could have said so much but it all felt too overwhelming and was just a big jumbled mess in his head and out of it all, he had already said the most important thing. He loved him! Ha, was that so hard? Terribly so.

At some point he felt and acknowledged a hand lightly pushing his chest. It took a moment to register that this was Silas trying to urge him back, because he was so used to the vaporeon being forceful and fiesty - not gentle. He laughed, really laughed, as he moved away from his companion upon hearing the explanation. What was funny to him wasn't the outfit or the fact that Silas was red as a tomato, but just simply that he was made so uncomfortable by wearing something that was so similar to what the umbreon preferred to wear! "I wear shirts like that all the time." he teased, but soon settled, "If you would like to borrow a shirt that's a bit longer though I can go get you one." he offered, now pulling himself up off of the couch and staring down at the blushing vaporeon with a warm smile on his face. What a fantastic Halloween this and turned into, and he hadn't even expected Silas to spend it with him.

Dendera just grinned as he saw those cheeks become even more red, but what was even nicer to see was that smile. It was something that he had learned to cherish as the opportunities to see it came and not to question it, because really it wasn't a common sight. But the umbreon had a feeling that it was a much more common sight around him than it was when he wasn't around. After all, if the vaporeon didn't enjoy his company than he wouldn't pay half as many visits as he did (if any at all) among other things that made it apparent.

When he received confirmation on the offer he was ready to leave. Then, he was told that Silas would be washing off his makeup, really the dark-skinned man never expected the shorter male to inform him of what he would be doing or where he would be at any time. He'd become used to his friend treating the house like it were his own, which was fine by him. He probably wouldn't have minded even if the vaporeon did want to make it his home. He didn't feel the need for privacy in the home, except for his basement where all his 'treasures' were hidden away, his work, his pride and joy.

He just gave a simple nod in response to the information given to him and then went off down the hall. He took note that Silas had gone to the bathroom that he always used, though there were two others in the house. The vaporeon didn't really do much exploring on his visits, not really being the nosy type - at least as far as Dendera had learned of him. The umbreon went up to his bed room, quickly digging through his dresser drawers for a simple black shirt, trying to choose one that wouldn't be too big on the smaller male. Once he'd found one that he thought suitable, he headed off for the bathroom.

The door was open when he arrived, and he slipped in silently. It seemed that Silas had already rid himself of the costume get up, and it wasn't often that he got to see so much of the vaporeon's skin as usually the boy seemed rather uncomfortable with it. While he was leaned over rubbing away at makeup, Dendera decided to take the opportunity to make his presence known, gently sliding his arms around the man's sides, slipping his hands up over his bare chest. "Boo." he said in a quiet tone, with his head tilted close to the vaporeon's ear, eyes staring at his friends reflection in the mirror. "Brought you a shirt." he chimed, the shirt hanging off of one of his hands. He was almost certain that this would invoke the wrath of one startled Silas.

Dendera grinned when he saw that startled expression in the mirror, obviously having had the effect that he'd wanted, and of course those usually pale cheeks were once again stained red. Really the umbreon was becoming too good at causing that, and he probably enjoyed it more than he should. "Who else would it be?" he spoke in a smooth tone, now leaning over the sink instead since his arms were pushed away in the man's struggle to turn around and end up just about leaping onto the sink. He then took the opportunity to lean in closer and whisper a tiny bit of obvious information to the vaporeon, "You're blushing again." effectively leaving out the part about how he found it to be irresistibly adorable. But where would the fun be in telling him that?

He gave a short warm bit of laughter as the shirt he had brought was snatched away, he expected it really. For one, it was only a matter of time before his blue haired companion realized his less-than-dressed state and for two, Silas helped himself to most things. So, especially in the case of well needed clothing, Dendera could only expect the boy to be grabby. He watched silently as the male pulled the shirt down over his head, the umbreon standing up straight now, taking a small step back away from the sink so that the boy could come down off of it.

Once Silas's eyes fell on his pants, Dendera's followed and upon seeing the wet spot he gave a small laugh. "Well now you'll need to borrow some pants as well." he commented, now grabbing up the shirt and hanging it over his arm, then holding that hand out towards the vaporeon. "Hand them over, I'll put them in the wash and get you some dry ones." he said, motioning towards the now wet pants. And no, he wasn't being a pervert trying to get the boy out of his pants so that he could attack him, though there was a good chance that it would turn Silas about as red as a tomato. He was only saving himself the extra trip to put the pants in with the laundry. "I'll try to find a shorter pair" he added with a grin, a very round-about way of calling the other male short. He wasn't really all that short, just shorter than Dendera and with less muscle tone to fill out the clothing, since he was basically a twig, there wasn't much to put into the clothing at all. But it suited him, the slender, smaller frame. Angular and still masculine, but softer and almost delicate looking. Really, Dendera just found him to be all-around lovely to look at, and even more so lovely to be around - despite how fiesty, stubborn, and often violent he was.

Dendera gave a soft laugh at the obvious statement, giving a response that was possibly even more obvious, "I know, the whole 'I throw a fit when you touch me' thing." He was just playfully picking on the vaporeon but still after a moment he felt the need to clarify. "It's fine though, I like your temper, I can handle anything you've got.", he added with a grin as he waited for his companion to remove his pants. I seemed like the pants must have been pretty tight because Silas seemed struggle quite a bit, wiggling out of them.

It actually made the umbreon a bit...uneasy, or maybe nervous, to just be standing there watching the vaporeon undress. He wasn't really sure what to do. Should he look away? No, that would probably just make it more..weird. Usually he was pretty comfortable with things like this, seeing it as no big deal, but it was just different now, due most likely to the things he'd said and the pleasant kiss he had received. He bit down on his lip a bit, as he just averted his eyes until the article of clothing was passed off to him.

Once it was passed off to him though, he caught sight of those rosy cheeks again and it pulled a smile to his lips, just before he received a light punch to his shoulder. He laughed at it, he couldn't much help it. That was perhaps the most 'gentle' Silas ever got. So, he decided rather than to pick on him further, he would just grant his request and be off to find some pants. He snatched up the hand that had 'punched' him though, before leaving the bathroom, and pulled it up to place it over his own cheek for a moment. He smiled, "Fine." he said quietly before placing a quick kiss on the man's hand and making his exit with the clothing.

He escaped quickly, before Silas could react and possibly get some of his feisty self back to retaliate. And before Silas could notice that he was actually rather nervous about kissing him anywhere right now. But, even though he was a little nervous about it, he still wore that pleased triumphant smile as he made his way down the hall to his room to find some pants.

Once he had dug out a pair that he thought wouldn't have to be rolled up too much, if at all, he exited his room and headed down the hall, stopping in at the laundry room to throw the clothing in and start up the wash.