The little minions are just flitting out of the kitchen when Crios arrives through one of the back entrances. He feels nervous, watching his lover shouting orders like a general, his focus and determination making him look rather appealing. It also keeps the foxy doctor in place for some time, his instinct to let the man he loves work and leave him be to do so winning over his own desire for contact. He's turning around to leave when a wave of fatigue passes through him making him catch himself on the door frame. [i]'I need. . . .Hugs. . . .'[/i] He pouts silently to himself and is once more at war with himself.

The decision is made a lot easier as the sudden jerk of his body caught his lover's attention and without a thought he sets the rest of the kitchen to keep going on his way across the room and stops right behind the limp tail of his beloved silently. Crios can feel him back there and his ears twitch as his head rotates to look at the red head. The pathetic expression he can't keep off his face prompts Cho to lead them out of the kitchen and into a small alcove in the back hall where he can wrap his lover up in his arms, petting his hair gently.

Crios sinks against him, enjoying the embrace and letting his tension seep out. Cho can feel something a little off about his smaller partner but doesn't mention it, instead murmuring, “Well, this is new. . .You don't normally come to see me while I'm at work. . .” [i]'Especially when you know I'll be busy'[/i] He keeps the thought to himself however, not wanting to drive his beloved off by making him feel he's being a bother.

Crios mutters something unintelligible, but Cho doesn't ask him to repeat, knowing that when he's finally able to express himself, the proud minion will speak up and make his words known. Truth be told, now that he's in his lover's arms, he doesn't even know [i]what[/i] he wants next. The comfort of having Cho here, with him, holding him, it seems as if all things could fall away and he would be left content, as long as Cho doesn't let go. He does however need to say [i]'something[/i] to the man he loves, leaving him hanging not an option. So, pulling back ever so slightly he murmurs loud enough to hear, “I just felt like coming to see you. . .” Cho's grip tightens and Crios lets out a contented growl, burying his face in the red head's neck and just taking in his scent.

~*~

Not knowing what else to do with their time, Inui and the other two head to Seishu's old room and form a cuddle pile in the middle of the bed. Spike takes a pillow all to himself and seems to be watching them as they speak quietly about the state of things between their guardians. Rasha has fun making the other two blush as he teases about the intimacy he's sure has happened while they are away in their own little world, and makes a vague comment about “knowing how good Seishu is in bed” that leads to very bashful but curious inquiries.

~*~

[i]~The darkness feels somehow worse than it ever did before. His insides writhe and he feels so alone. 

[b]So long away from him

So long here in this darkness

Being tormented. . . .

And somehow this is way worse

Getting him back

Then being alone. . .

He tries to look around, find something, anything, but despite getting the vague feeling that Enasi is somewhere nearby, there is nothing he can really hold on to to actually find any comfort in the idea and the upset of it all prompts him to wake despite his drugged state.~[/i]

Opening his eyes Seishu looks around, the comfy bed not much of a comfort as he sees that Enasi is indeed not in sight. What he does spot however is a furball who is looking at him with an eyebrow raised and an ear twitching. Rolling painfully on to his back he lets out a groan. Moving is not the most pleasant activity at the moment. “Hey Hops. How you doing?” he murmurs, knowing he doesn't have to raise his voice he keeps his voice low as to save himself some pain.

His ear twitches at the nickname. “Well enough Night.” he replies, letting out a faint huff. “Been chasing you down for what seems like forever, nearly got exposed to the entire human race, watches my guardian slowly change into something near unrecognizable, and oh yeah, got shot in the chest with a huge needle just to keep my wits about me enough to hunt your pale behind down.” He shrugs, keeping his tone casual. “So, you know, doing well, considering.”

Seishu's eyes narrow at the needle comment and he lets his focus shift slightly, trying to figure out what he's talking about. “A shot? What for?” he asks, trying to fight the haze of drugs and get his bearings. With Enasi gone, he knows he needs to keep himself distracted least he lose himself to the pain.

The big furry ear twitches again. He's not the best to explain this, but he knows Seishu. There's no way a half answer will work here, so he does his best. “It seems that, being around you makes dream denizens like me and the others susceptible to depression and overwhelming sorrow.” He rubs the spot over his heart where he'd been injected, remembering the pain of it all. “So Crios got the brilliant idea that a shot of properly mixed positive energy and perfectly blended positive blood mixed with negative energy injected into us would somehow palace everything out and help us handle the negative feeling overload.”

The guardian looks very confused, but manages to follow it all for the most part. “So, wait, whose blood was used?” He hasn't the faintest idea who would have this magical, perfectly mixed blood, the haze of the drugs making thought a very tedious task indeed.

“Rue's.” Harper responds simply, watching the guardian stare in shock.

Trying to process the idea that Rue is somehow unique enough to be used as some kind of reagent for helping others adjust to having him around Seishu's eyes fall closed. Before he can get through any real thought however the darkness takes him again and he settles there, lonely, but with some food for thought to distract him this time.