Illyad sighed, and opened his eyes back in his living room. He stood, walked calmly over to a dresser, yet another piece of odd furniture in the room, and gave it a swift kick, before turning back and breathing calmly. He wasn't sure what his brother was up to, but he always seemed to be 3 steps ahead of everything, and he never gave any information, not accidentally, and certainly not purposefully.

Alex heard the thud of Illyad's foot hitting the dresser and looked confused for a moment. He had never known Illyad show much in terms of emotion, and even when he did, frustration and anger weren't things he'd ever seen come from him. Something big must have happened...