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ICly this is before the breakup, so bromosexual isn't a blubbering ball of blond. I think it's for the best *cough*

Bouncing along rooftops, Aegir was still using patrol as a means of shutting his brain down so he wouldn't have to think too hard about his civilian life being a ball of stress. It was probably a good thing he didn't have the stresses and strains of responsibility like Castor did (or had, even back when they'd first gotten into contact with each other) - he would have cracked. Probably.

As it was he felt sadness thinking about those he'd known that were gone for some reason or another, like Castor. He'd sent a few messages over time, in the hopes that there might be news, that the senshi of hail was alive and healthy, kicking Nega-butt and dusting youma. But he'd mostly given up on ever hearing from the cocky brunet by this point, even if he wondered about what had happened to him.

There were energy signatures out and about, Aegir could feel them. Some shone brightly, some were dimmer...and perhaps some were what one might consider unfriendly. He was restless enough to want to seek them out but tired enough already from a long day of practice to know that doing so was probably not the smartest thing he could be doing. Which was why he instead made his way to a brighter energy signature settled on top of the water tower he himself liked to rest on.

Castor was the brightest light around and it didn't take long before Aegir was close enough to make out the gender of the person on the water tower. A person who was...waving like a happy maniac? The hell? Did he know this white-haired guy calling him 'Aggy'?

But wait, the voice. The voice and the costume - now that he was there, within arm's reach - really were familiar and tickled at the back of his brain where there were some long-buried memories. 'OhmyGOD! That's CASTOR!' "Castor!? Oh my christ is that really you!?" Aegir was like a really excited Labrador puppy, bouncing from foot to foot and reaching out to grab at Castor's arms excitedly.

"Yeah man, kicking a** and taking names." Or having his own a** kicked, but he wasn't about to mention that, not when they were just now meeting again and things were shiny and exciting! "Wow, I can't believe it's really you, I thought you might have died or something. Er, what happened....and what happened to your hair?"

The wink aimed in his direction brought Aegir a few moments of confusion before the white-haired gentleman informed him that all his hair matched. It wasn't exactly something he'd expected to hear from Castor and he stared for a moment, went slightly red in the face and then shook his head while chuckling. "Three years...no wonder I couldn't get a hold of you! Wow. How is your home world then?"

Anything else that he might have wanted to comment about in the realm of genetics or even the changes that might have happened to Castor while he was gone from the Earth were either too invasive or wouldn't occur to him until much later, when he was alone and able to contemplate what he'd been told. So instead he mostly nodded and joined Castor on the water tower.

"Yep, running around kicking Nega-butt. It's going pretty well. I've also gotten to meet a Knight or two and a couple of Guardian cats. Mostly though I've been working on my skills with Eternal Thraen. No rivals, I don't think...there are a few Negaverse Officers that probably want me really dead, but I consider that a job well done." His bright, excited smile faltered and Aegir's shoulders hunched as he dropped his head when he thought about his 'loves'.

"Actually...I've been with the same person for a while, but things have gotten weird and strained lately. Other than that, I'm pretty good. What about you? Anyone back on your planet or here that you're with?"

The blond's body jerked forward with the bro!slap to his back but he kept grinning and even laughed as he was nearly bowled over. "Yep, pretty much." Making friends, making enemies...making lots of youma dust and trying to keep oneself from being killed or corrupted the whole while. How anyone dealt with all this crap without severe mental issues was anyone's guess, but Aegir was pretty sure he'd be okay. He was so far, right? Right.

"That sounds like an amazing idea, Castor...but I know that I'd have a hard time leaving my family and loved ones. I imagine most of us would...but to be able to rebuild broken home worlds...that's...incredible." But what did he mean by saying 'too late'? Why did the white-haired royal senshi of Hail get such a flash of hurt and sad in his eyes when he said it?

Castor's story hit home in a visceral way, causing Aegir's grin to falter and his shoulders to hunch slightly as if he wanted to curl into himself. "I'm really sorry to hear that." That dream is dead? Did his lover actually die, or was it something worse? Can any of us expect to have lasting, meaningful relationships with what we do? "Actually no, me pulling late nights is nothing new. It's..well, it's more like he's pulling away for some reason and won't talk to me. Disappearing for weeks at a time, not always leaving word.' Aegir shrugged a bit, trying to pass it off even though it was a wound that grew each day.

Castor was likely right about most of the other senshi not remembering what it was like to die, Aegir didn't. At least not at the moment, if ever. "I see." What more was there to say? He understood what was being said, the significance of thinking in terms of the Bigger Picture rather than piecemeal. Honestly, it frightened him a bit, to realize that whatever they did now, it may not be enough to protect the future. Minimal conflict? Yeah right. The Negaverse would never allow it - no war could be fought without the oceans running red. Aegir knew this in his bones. "I think you have the right idea, Castor. I'm sure our enemy thinks in the long term, so should we."

The curly haired senshi blinked as Castor changed the subject a bit, then chuckled to himself. Clearly the senshi of hail wasn't one to chase after gentlemen. "He's...not, I don't think. Like us, I mean. If you knew him...well, he's not good at lying or withholding information at all." Except that he could be, simply by not being there to say anything. "I've thought about it from every angle, no matter how ugly...but I know he's hurt by whatever it is. And that he still loves me. Just...I don't know." Aegir crossed his arms over his chest and sighed, looking up at the night sky and fretting over his home situation.

"Whatever the reason, I'm still going to strangle him with his own braid when he finally comes home." Or you know, just cry about things and make a mess of himself. Whatever.

His confidence was one of the things that Aegir liked about him. Also, the easy way he seemed to assume leadership and deal with situations via logic - even if sometimes the logic was applied in strange ways. These were all traits that he either had himself or admired.

"No, it doesn't, but..." There wasn't much more he could have said about the situation - definitely nothing that he hadn't thought about before, worried like a dog with a bone - so he just let the words trail off. Of course he knew it wasn't right to allow someone else to hurt him like that, to treat him like that...but it was hard to let go of someone you cared for that much. Someone you'd be happy marrying. Castor's strong words pushed a snicker from him, but it didn't last long.

"I hope it doesn't take leaving for him to realize it, that'd suck." But was he preparing himself for that eventuality? Yes. He was trying to - hope for the best, prepare for the worst was the old adage, right? Aegir just chewed at the inside of his cheek and looked out over Destiny City, hair ruffled by the breeze as he worked to keep his emotions in check by shoving them down into a dark little box. He was not going to get all mushy-weepy in front of this man. Nope.

He'd confronted him, sort of. Kind of. In an offhand sort of way only because he was afraid of pushing the big blond further away. Life without him was...pretty awful to think about. Aegir appreciated the Prince of Hail's support greatly, and gave him a bit of a smile. "I appreciate the offer, Castor...and if I can't strangle him properly on my own, you'll be the first to know."

Aegir staggered a bit under the good-natured shoving Castor gave him, but he laughed and grinned at the Prince of Hail. He felt a bit better, he really did. Castor was the sort of fellow you just couldn't stay down around, not for long. His worldview and attitude wouldn't allow for it.

"You got it." Well, he'd try his best, at least. As for the pancakes, he blinked a bit and stood next to Castor.

"Pancakes?" Why not pancakes? They were delicious. "Sure. I could go for pancakes."