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As far as Zeke knew Ever was still out saving the world, or fighting monsters, or whatever the objective happened to be on this newest mission. He'd returned from the last, a little pink from the sun, and almost immediately shipped right back out. It hadn't even been twenty four hours yet. The Mist hadn't expected him back on base until at least morning.

So it was a little surprising to see Ever's door cracked opened.

Curious, half expecting to find an unfamiliar back digging around through drawers, Zeke pushed the door open a little wider. There was no thief, but the strong scent of burning asphalt seemed to have permeated the room, replacing the far milder, and almost pleasant, cigarette smoke that was the usual.

Nose wrinkling, he let himself in, closing the door behind him, "Ever?" He was covered in ash, and perhaps a touch paler than his usual milky complexion. He also appeared to be sleeping. Or merely unconscious. A close cousin, but notably different. Concerned, he sank down on the edge of the bed to lay the back of his hand against Ever's brow.

He'd never seen the other man so out of it. If not for the ash, the pallor, he'd have assumed Ever was hung over. Whatever this was though, he didn't think drinking had much to do with it. Thankfully it didn't seem like the Lifer had a fever. He was a touch warm, but there was still a faint pinkish spread over the bridge of his nose and cheeks that suggested the burn hadn't healed up all the way yet.

The gesture had a brow raising, and he looked down towards the empty orange juice jug before that grunt of a sound made him chuckle. "You're out of juice." However there was half a bottle of water there from the last time Zeke had slept over. "Lucky for you, I like to stay hydrated." The bottle was handed over, cap already removed.

"You kind of look like hell," he paused, thinking about what he said, then amended appropriately. "Or like you walked pi]through hell." A smudge of ash was brushed off his forehead with a tanned thumb, absently. "Are you hurt?"

Zeke took the water without question, holding it as Ever tugged the dirty shirts over his head to toss them aside. Pale eyes twitched down to the bruises, and he remembered the DMs he'd sent him after he'd left for Cee's promo mission. They didn't seem quite as funny now.

Outwardly he didn't look all that banged up, but he was moving slow, and there was a tightness around those dark eyes hinted that there was more wrong than a few bruises.

With a frown he shrugged out of his jacket then bent to loosen the straps on his boots so he could toe them off. Then he was turning, kicking feet up on the bed, and resting his back against the wall. The water was offered back, keen eyes watching the Lifer carefully. "So what happened?"

The look Ever directed at him was met with a question twitch of brow, but he didn't comment. The blonde was stressed, rough, and Zeke wash going to poke at him, he wasn't heartless. He leaned against his little slice of wall, legs stretched out and ankles crossed. There, perhaps a little obtrusive in his apparent settling in, but not crowding him either. A familiar presence.

But Zeke was still Zeke, and as considerate as he acted, that ever present curiosity nagged at him. He had to ask, but he made sure his tone was mild, and devoid of any demand. "What did you see?" Ever could answer, or not. This would be the only time he asked, at least for now.

Concern was turning into worry, and it was a little startling to realize how much he actually did care. Not that he hadn't already realized Ever, like Paige, had been elevated above every other hunter on the island, it was just surprising how quickly it had happened. Zeke frowned at that jerky shrug, eyes widening just a touch as the Lifer gave a clipped explanation. "Melting organs..." That, at least, didn't really need further clarification. Distracting seemed a very mild word for any hallucination involving something of that nature.

Ever's throat worked, swallowing, as he reached up to pinch at the bridge of his nose. Zeke knew Ever when he was fine, and this wasn't it. A thoughtful look crossed tanned features, as he watched the other man, not quite sure what to do in this situation. He wasn't exactly great at giving comfort or reassurance, and would Ever even take it if it was offered?

Drawing in a breath, the Mist sat up, moving over the bed until he could reach the other man's arm. A gentler touch than he'd ever given him before, he curled his fingers around Ever's elbow, and if the Life didn't come to him with the soft tug, he'd close the distance himself.

At least they were both equally at a lose. If Ever had just fallen into his arms it would have been... He wasn't sure. It was sort of relief when he didn't, though that blank vacancy was far from reassuring.

Ever was filthy, and a slight grimace flickered across tanned features before he'd schooled it. He stayed close though, hand a comforting(hopefully) weight against his arm as Zeke glanced down at the blankets they were sitting on, the pillow. There was ash everywhere, and the pale skin beneath his fingers was slightly gritty. To his credit he held on. "You're shits all going to need to get washed before you can sleep on it again."

Another thoughtful pause, then he released a long breath and rolled off the bed, hand sliding down Ever's arm to circle his wrist, so, when he was ready, he could draw the blonde to his feet. "You shower, I'll make sure it all get's cleaned, you can camp in my room til it's dried and back in place."

He wouldn't be doing the actual washing. Someone owed him a favor he could collect on.

He really didn't like the look in those dark eyes. It made him wonder if maybe he'd hit his head as well, but just didn't remember it. The shrug wasn't comforting, but he let his hand fall away. Bending, he grabbed the pillow and pulled the case off, then set it on the bedside table. "I'll get your smokes and lighter, phone." He glanced towards the dresser, then the iron maiden that was currently serving as closet. "Clothes," he'd add, almost absently, as if he were making a mental list.

When Ever didn't actually move towards the door on his own Zeke frowned at him. Out of his depth, he just wasn't sure what to do, and it showed in the slight pinch of brows. Lips pressing into a line, he came back around, cupping a palm against the nape of Ever's neck. "Go. Get clean." A gentle squeeze, and he'd nudge him at the door. "I've got this.