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He paced a long time outside the building, long enough that he risked being accused of loitering before he hazarded walking up the stairs, after that he spent a long time sitting on the stairs trying to make himself keep moving long enough to knock on the door... it was hard to stay motivated when all you could think was "What had you done..."

Scheelite's 'You should tell her' kept playing around and around in his head, just like with Lina...would she have left them had she known what the Senshi had done?... Would Lyra be more...BETH had she known who they were?

Questions, questions begot questions and none of them had answers, every one of them was filled with doubt and uncertainty...thinking too much. He always thought too much and he was digging that hole deeper and Deeper.

He'd left her in safe hands, he at least knew that...who else would he have trusted to watch her, to guard her... Scheelite fit that roll like he'd been born to it, regardless of the past fights he had had with the Once Sailor Lyra...

And here he was... the one apartment he knew and he'd already ensured it was occupied. Where else could he turn though? He crossed his arms across his chest folding over them as though if he bent just a little further he would curl up like a hedge hog and finally stood up, making his way towards the door before he raised a hand to knock against the well worn wooden panels.

He stared for a moment, his eyes lifted to flick from the bleary red eyes, the rumpled clothing, the...rather heavy odor of smoke was at least a constant but... the edgy whisper and the rather -near- lack of sarcasm...well.

"....your hung over." He said, his shoulders slumping, somehow, just a bit further in utter disbelief. So much for his hour of need.
"Great...just great..." He said shaking his head stunned.

".... how do you fix a hang over?" he added, after all he NEEDED to get the Lyra thing resolved at least, the rest well... well he could go beat his head off his dorm wall.

"...Don't they say something about hair of the dog?" He prompted, at least a little quieter this time even if it was edged by pure nerves, like he was afraid to move from where he had been nudged but at the same time was't sure what to do with a person half surrounding him.

"... Happy belated birthday..." He added, glancing at the bracelet and wondering if anyone else had gotten their packages yet...he'd forgotten to check today.

God how did he even start asking, was this really where he wanted to put Lyra? Then again did he -really- have a choice? Answer, no not really...

"What sugary..." He started to protest with a scowl and then stopped... jaw dropped for a moment and then just hunched into his own shoulders all the deeper. "... I thought you couldn't afford the stuff with the damned flavor...I tried ok?" He said turning colors for all he tried to avoid it. The only liquor he knew well was what his mother drank, and frankly seeing her and how she acted after a few shots of 'Pinch' meant he'd never touch it.

"Can't be that bad... besides... it's not why I came here... do you need some...water or asprin or something?"

"... right...vanished." he said and then rolled his eyes before getting carefully up to find what looked like it -might- be a clean glass. If it didn't require getting the bottle from under the bed he might have made Ever Drink the 'sugar' vod...wait.

"...how the HELL did you know that was me?" He demanded perhaps a pitch too loudly...before knocking over what was left of a glass with his foot and picking it up quickly if gingerly.

"Jerk..." he cursed softly and made his way to the sink to rinse it and fill it with fresh cool water.

"Smartass..." was all he got in reply though it did sound rather more quiet and pleased. He liked knowing things other people didn't.

"Next time I will get unflavored distilled potato." He added and found something that at least sort of resembled a towel and soaked it too before wringing most of it out, returning with both towel and glass he offered the glass first...then dropped the chilled towel on Ever's head.

"Asprin?" was the only reply to the sorry, along with refolding his arms like he was defending against being punched in the gut or worse... he shifted from foot to foot before he made himself stop with a visible effort.

"Now isn't a good time to ask you things is it..." he said at last, staring furtively at the door. "I can... come back."

Grabbing his wrist had the same effect as a choke collar, at least in the first few seconds, it utterly arrested his movement like a startled deer before he settled again. He had the oddest little twitches some times... no where near as relaxed with touch as Ever.

"...I um..." he started and stopped before swallowing hard and reaching out impulsively to try and sweep the water off the bed, though it had already sunk in and saturated a patch of bedding. "I ah... I... I need someone who...has a spare room, someone I can...trust... with someone important." He said hesitantly.

If Ever was going to cause himself more pain after all, he could at least admit why he came out here. His eyes flicked to Ever's dark eyes before darting away again like foxes on the run from the cry of the hounds, avoiding accusations that hadn't even arisen.