Not Enrique, oh no...

Of course, the fact that he's knocking on Keye's door as if trying to break it down would suggest otherwise.

It's just because there's no telling what Keye's doing.

He could be asleep or something.

The loud knocking is advantageous, because Keye is wailing away on his guitar like he's trying to blast the world apart. The sound stops abruptly, and there are a few minor thumps as he puts it down and makes his way to the door, which he opens.
"...what? What do you want?"

"Bo wanted me to make sure you hadn't killed yourself."

Enrique looks him up and down.

"Since you seem to be in one piece, I think I should point out that I am not the reason he was crying this afternoon."

He would hit Keye, but he told Bo he'd be civil.

Keye flinches and looks away.
"I know."

"Of course you do. I assume you know why he was crying as well, or did it go over your head?"

Grr.

Protective!

"Because I said something awful."
He knows that now. He wasn't thinking at the time.

"You did. You might try and curb your tongue."

Rude little human.

big human.

Whatever.

"I do try!"
It just doesn't work sometimes.

"I don't believe you."

He isn't shouting.

He isn't exactly being nice, either.

"It doesn't matter if you believe me or not!"
He is shouting.

"You upset him. All. The. Time. Why should I believe you?"

He glances around.

"Your neighbors are going to be wondering what's going on, in a minute. Are you going to invite me in?"

"I don't upset him all the time!"
They upset each other.
"Fine."
He stands aside.
"Come in, then."

Enrique steps inside and looks around.

"Not bad."

He selects a chair and enthrones himself on it as if he owns the place.

"So. What the hell possessed you to throw something like that at him?"

Grr.

With a whimper, Keye kneels by his guitar and pulls it close to his chest, staring at the carpet with the corners of his mouth turned down.
"I wanted him off my back."
Not a good reason, but a reason.

"Well, you certainly got that. So far off your back that he sent me to check on you instead of coming himself."

He lifts an eyebrow.

"And he knows how very well we get along."

"He probably did it on purpose. To punish me or something."
Grr.
Noodling on the guitar shall commence now.

"Hardly. I believe he was afraid you would say worse if he came in person."

Enrique doesn't know.

He bares his teeth.

"Incidentally... who was it threatening whom if he hurt the little one?"

He hits a sour note and looks up.
"You're newer."

"I haven't hurt him. You have."

Glare.

"And if I hadn't promised to be civil... well..." Pause. He shouldn't threaten. That isn't civil either.

"Change of subject. That vampire won't touch him again."

"It was an accident."
Twitch.

"Well...good." No vampire. Good.

"Mhm."

He actually went out and hanged Ratter by his entrails. It wasn't fatal, of course - you can't kill the undead that easily. But it was certainly very painful.

... well, that subject didn't last very long.

"Where on earth did you get the money for a place like this?"

"It got passed down to me."

"Ah."

He's looking around again.

"It's nice."

"I know."
And you are still here...why?

Because he feels like it? And doesn't feel like leaving yet?

He stands.

"It's usually polite to offer to show your guest around." Smirk. "But since you haven't, I guess I'll explore by myself."

Keye scrambles to his feet and looms.
"Or you could get the fuck out. Bad shit happened to the last person who 'explored' in here, you know."

"Oh, really? You hit him, did you?"

You're a terrible host, Keye.

Enrique's mocking him, that's all. He wants to.

"Fuck, no!"
He wouldn't hit Arty!
"Jesus, man, just go!"

"You've been all over the place in my apartment. Fair's fair."

He strolls to the kitchen.

Lah di da.

"Just the living room and the bedroom."
He trails after Enrique, big hands helpless at his sides, because if he does hit Enrique, Bo will be even more upset, because Enrique was sent to check on him, and...well, he wouldn't understand.
"Come on, man."

Enrique leans against the counter.

"I thought you didn't know how to cook."

Odd. Then why are there all these nice things around here?

"I don't."
He said the place was left to him. Remember? Remember the pissed-off mage, Enrique?

"So why keep all this stuff around?"

Seems silly to him. He doesn't have but the bare minimum of dishes in his home.

Yes, he remembers. But the mage is dead, and a ghost can't do much to him.

"I gotta eat. I'll learn."
Maybe if his father could teach him...
Hm. Let's not think in that direction, eh?

"You'll learn, huh."

He flicks one of the shiny saucepans and watches it swing.

"I bet they've got a cooking course at that school. Keaton, I mean."

Keye watches it too, his eye drifting back and forth.
"Maybe they do..."
Maybe next semester.

"You should look into it."

He stops the pan with his hand.

"Let's see... living room and bedroom, you said?"

And he's off to see if he can find the bedroom.

"Stay the fuck out!"
He doesn't want Enrique in Alexander's room or his, so this time he makes a grab for Enrique's shoulder.

Enrique pauses.

"Don't touch me, Keye."

He delicately tugs Keye's hand away from his shoulder, steps away, and turns around.

"I'll stay out. And you be careful. Next time, I might not have a promise I have to keep."

Keye has tears streaming down his face, but his voice is...surprisingly calm.
"If you do anything to me, he'll hate you forever."