Sinister was a little tired, though not tired enough to sleep as he walked to Em's dorm room from his own. He had been busy lately, helpign his little friend Blade learn to read and letting him crash for a little while. Now it lloked like his friend had a foster mother of sorts. He'd made Blade promise to call him periodically.

He hadn't seen Em in a while, since shortly after his release and he felt aweful for not being more diligent in his visits. He was careful to know in his ordinary way, so that Em might know him by his knock.


(it bites I beg forgivenes)

Emrys had been in bed, listening for once to the doctors orders. His ankles had healed some and he'd redestroyed them trying to walk to the bookstore. The doctor had gotten on his case and so Emrys was staying home now. Two hours ago, though, he'd been sitting in his chair reading and had been hit with a random vision. It wasn't uncommon but it's frightening and he spits blood everywhere and has a seizure. He's left feeling tired, drained, and sickened.

So he'd been in bed, wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing else, when a knock came. He knew it was Sin. He got up and pulled a shirt over his chest to cover the scars and moved to open the door, forgetting the blindfold.

He opened it and Sin may note he's looking healthier, the bruises gone. He also might see the scars and odd shape to his eyes he'd seen in the hospital. But now his eyes were open, unseeing. Once upon a time his eyes had been brown, beneath the white sheen that seemed to lay over his eyes, there is a faint blue hue.

"Come in Sin. What are you doing out so late?" Ever worried.

"Not ready to sleep and I already had my phone call. I haven't seen you, wanted to check on you. How's it been going?" Sinister asked. "I didn't want you to think I forgot about you, I've just been busy." he explained. Though the explanation felt wek to him. How had he been too busy to check on his friend?

Emrys pushed the door closed behind Sinister and blinked. Blinked. Upon blinking, of course, he noticed his blindfold was gone. But it didn't matter anymore. Sinister had seen him in the hospital without it on. Not that it was a comfortable thought. He closed his eyes.

"Forgotten me? The thought hadn't even crossed my mind. I just thought you'd gotten busy with classes. I'd rather you focus on school then hang around here because you feel you have to." He then hobbled over to the stove and turned on one of the two burners and found a cettle. He poured water and set it to heat. "How has your sleep walking been? Less I hope."

"I haven't in a while. It seems to have stopped. Don't worry, I never slack off on my classes. I made friends with a boy, I've been helping him learn to read. Oh, there was this pretty girl I made frinds with too. I haven't seen her lately though. Plus I've been doing odd jobs, typing term papers and tutoring people so I could save up money for a bicycle." He explained.

"That's good," he replied about the sleep walking. He turned away from the stove and limped over to the bed, his hands moving around until he found his blindfold and slipped it over his eyes. "What are their names? And how old are they?" It was nice to know he was making friends, he hoped, for Sinisters sake, that they were his own age. Not for any particular reason except that it would be easier as a social life to have people your own age to grow up with.

"A bike? Getting tired of walking?" All Sinister had to do was aks, Emrys would cough up the money right then and there. But he knew Sin was too self relient. He understood what it was like to earn your own things.

"Blade's thirteen, and Salem's seventeen. Blade can draw really well. Salem likes Nine Inch Nails and Queen." He explained. As if this would make sense to his friend. Perhaps it would.

"And the bike's just quicker, I'm gonna go pick it up off layaway tommorow and pay it off." He said proudly.

And at that proud note in Sinister's voice he's glad that he hadn't just offered the money to the boy. Somehow, he'd known that Sin would be thrilled to have bought his own bike with his own money. His lips nearly twitched upward, almost. He's actually only smiled once since leaving the hospital room, and that one time had been for a girl who'd worked nearly two hours to get that smile.

Thirteen and Seventeen were much closer then the differance between Sin's fourteen and Emrys' twenty-one he suposed. Thirteen more so then seventeen but it was good. It did make sense to Emrys.

"And you like Queen and Nine inch nails, right?" He reached up and picked a few herbs down, then found a small mesh pouch and slipped them into it, tieing it tightly. "I'm glad you've made some friends." So fatherly....no....does he sound like a father? He feels like a brother. It's good. It feels good to care about someone else.

"Yeah I like them, good music. So what have you been up to? You look better, I mean not all better, but a lot better than you did. " Sinister says. He watches Em with the herbs, he still finds hie blind friend's independance in all things fascinating. He isn't sure if he lost his site he's be so productive, how would he work with computers, he'd have to find something else to do if such a thing ever happened. He hoped it never did.

Oh lets not forget, Emrys had to give up what he wanted to be too when he became blind. He'd had to decide on something else. After all, a blind man can't be a surgeon. Emrys tied the bag off entirly and limped back to the stove. Useing a towel to open the lid of the pot, he dropped it into the water and closed the lid again.

"Want tea?" he asked before going on. "Nothing, really. Class. That's about it. I went to the bookstore and met a girl. Casta. She's nice, wanted lessons on herbs. We set up a day so I could teach her." He turned again. "I've never heard them." The bands he means. Remember? He doesn't listen to music.

"Sure, smells good. I should bring some music and play it for you sometime, unless you think you'd hate it. Teaching a girl about herbs, that's pretty neat, what's she like?" Sinister asks genuinely curious.

"I don't hate anything until I try at least once." Except touching. He just doesn't want to touch anyone anymore. Not willingly. "Go ahead and bring it sometime."

He turned back to the stove, opened a cabnet, felt around, and finally found two plain mugs. He set them in the sink and picked up the kettle by it's handle using a towel. He poured into the sink and spilt a good amount of the tea down the sides of the cups and into the sink. Replacing the kettle and turning off the burner, he tipped the cups to level out the tea and wiped the outside.

"She's...happy. She says she isn't usually, like she pretends to be when she's not but..." Shrug. He carfully held a cup out in front of him, letting Sin take it instead of trying to give it to him and spilling it everywhere. "She says I make her happier. I make her not need to pretend. I don't understand why though."

"Maybe she's just comfortable around you or something. " Sinister offers.

Then something that's been bothering him comes up, "Have you ever heard of something that could break a window without touching it. Or A way to make people feel really weak and tired, or people who can fly?" he asks.

Emrys nearly dropped his cup. He did spill a good amount on his hands, and maybe Sinister notices that the steaming hot water on his hands doesn't bother him. But the sound of water dripping on the floor does. He walks to sit the cup in the sink and comes back with a towle, drying his hands. You see, all those scars, his nerve endings are almost gone except in his fingertips.

"I uh...that sounds strange, why do you ask?" He starts to pat around the floor until he finds the wetness and beging to dry it. He didn't give a straight answer, this way, he isn't actually lieing to his friend.

"My friend, was scared shitless of this girl that stayed in the same foster place as he did. He told me some pretty weird things. I don't think he'd lie to me, but what he was telling me sounds like something out of the movies. Then there wasthsi weird guy a while ago, he was looking for someone else and found me, he said I had the same kind of magical feeling. It was strange. I just got away from him. He sounded nuts to me." Sinister said in explanation of his curiosity.

"I could have gotten that, it's my fault you spilled it." he said as he watched him on the floor. He felt stupid for not having offered right away.

I just got away from him. He sounded nuts to me.

It sounded as if Sinister had just heard about magic not actually experianced any of it. Was that grounds to tell the boy about the magical world? Emrys had never had to do this, decide whether or not to tell someone about the magic world. He'd never talked to people before, therefore never put himself in that position. But it at least confirmed that his suspicions had been right and Sinister did have magic of sorts in his blood, someone else had sensed it.

But Sin was just hearing about things right now. That's all.

"That's the best you could have done. Just get away from people like that. And tell me next time. Alright?"

I could have gotten that

"It isn't a big deal, I spill things all the time." Notice he hadn't hurried or paniced when he'd spilt like most people. That's because it's common for him.

"Okay I'll tell you if it happens again. The crazy guy works in the art gallery. I hope he won't bug Blade, Blade's new foster mom owns the gallery. You think He'll be safe and everything?" Sinister asks. Sinister doesn't even mention that Blade's new foster mom, looks about as beaten up as Em does, in eerily similar ways.

Eerily. Not really. Not even coincidently. Logan's just a brat. He attacks anything that moves. But then, to a boy that doesn't know about magic it might be strange enough. But to a boy who Em hasn't talked to about the incident, even on a non-magical level, it would be strange too.

"The art Gallery?" He stood and began to rinse the clothe in the sink, wrung it out, thinking. Finally he picked his cup back up, half empty. "I think he should be alright. His foster mother probably knows him, knows he's strange. She might get your friend to avoid him."

Maybe Emrys will suddenly decide he likes art. Despite that he can't see it at all.

"I hope so. Either way, I don't think I'll go to the art gallery unless I go while she's there and Blade is." Sinister says before he gives a big yawn and says, "Oh, excuse me."

"Please don't," he replies. He hears Sinister yawn and apologize, though half way through the apology, he himself is yawning. It's the yawning virus. That and Emrys had been in bed when Sinister had come. It was rather late and he even though he didn't have a class early tomorrow, he'd had a vision earlier today and his body hadn't quite recovered yet.

"It's alright. It's pretty late."

"I should go, you still need lots of rest. I'm sorry if I kept you awake talking to you Em, there's just some stuff I don't want to talk to a social worker about." He says.

"No, anytime you need to talk, Sin, I'm here, I'll listen." He took a drink and set the cup down again, then limped across the room to where his many canes were. "In fact, I like that you...came to talk to me about it." An really, it did feel good. It was as good to care for as it was to be depended on and be able to depend on. "I'll walk you back. It's dark out."

"Are you sure, I mean you should still rest. I don't want you to feel like you have to." Sinister said quietly. He would feel aweful if Em reinjured himself. He watched Em get a cane and knew, he needn't have asked if Em was sure.

"I'm sure. A few buildings of walking won't hurt me. It'll do my lungs some good." Besides, Emrys knows what sort of monsters hang around at night time. He'd just recently been reminded with a sweet reunion with that kid. Note the sarcasm. Emrys pulled the door opened and waited for Sinister.

Sinister walks back to his rom with his friend glad for the company. Even in silence he fels more comfortable with Em around. It isn't even that Em might be able to protect him, it's simply that Em makes no demands of Sinister. He's simply there as a friend anyway.