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As he stepped inside, the vampires eyes met with the floor, shutting the door behind him before making is way over to the counter. It didn’t matter if the other had fully undressed or not, Leviticus kept his eyes focused away, wanting to give him privacy in case it was uncomfortable. The steamy air engulfed him as he set the clothes on the counter, continuing to face away as he spoke. “Its just a long sleeve shirt and pants made for sleeping… It should be comfortable…”  He paused, stumbling in his train of thought before he noticed the soap and rags. It had been left there, and he was unsure if it was an accident or on purpose. 

If this were any other point of time, knowing what he had to do would of made the vampire overcome with flustering nerves—

But the event from earlier was still fresh in his memory. How the demon had curled up and cried into him, like crumbling walls, and how his words were ice towards himself– it only made the vampires chest grow heavy and ache, hurting along side his. It also made Levi recall how he embraced him, wishing he could of done more— a growing desire to hold him, to take his arms and squeeze out whatever was causing Glasses so much angst. 

He tried not to blame himself. The demons body had been bruised and tender, and sensitive to touch— He was glad he got hold his head in his lap in the first place. And the actions had pushed his feelings and developed what he thought was child-like daydreams, to shameless concern and yearning. like a switch– where moments found to be embarrassing were faced with maturity and acceptance. 

Leviticus spoke up again, catching himself from glancing behind and keeping his back towards the tub. “–Did you want the soap? I can cover my eyes or… whatever you want. “ He shrugged, unaware if Glasses could even see it. 

“Okay.. Thank you.” the demon managed closing his tired eyes but staying seated, upright instead of reclining once more even if it would be more comfort. He wanted to try and rest his headache off and with how dry his eyes felt they were not helping his weariness. Pale hands came up, bringing water to his face, it was warm and soothing and stung on his cuts and sores, washing off unseen dried blood and refreshing his eyes.

The silence was long but nearly unregistered, he assumed the other to have settled in and be reading by now maybe, Glasses crossed his arms once more, covering himself and feeling the sharp pains at his sides. The demon gave a short hiss in the silence as his fingers dug a little too deep with his rubbing and fresh blood joined the flakes of old blood in the water turning into a hazy pink. He squinted to see better what he reopened before looking up to Levi still standing by the counter.

All he could do was sit there and smoke for the time being, collecting his thoughts together as he tried to think through the insufferable pain in his side. He watched as his father made his way to his kitchen in search for something— struggling to remain focused on his breathing as he shakily pulled from his cigarette. At the moment, there wasn’t much he could do besides hang on, straining to keep his eyes open– Trying to ignore the fact that this was happening all together. 

His body ached again by idea that his father was inside his space. Rummaging through his cabinets and fridge. and all he could do was sit here and bleed. It was like he was some kid. just sitting here and relying on him. He exhaled again, feeling his chest grow tight.

Fuck. It made him sick.

Suddenly, there was a loud breathy gasp. Glasses wheezed. 

He threw a hand over his mouth and went quiet for a moment, swallowing and feeling a sharp knot in his chest. The demon gagged, knowing what was happening and held his cigarette away from him with his other hand. Then he wheezed again before spurting into his hand, shaking from the stress. He breathed through his nose as his hand was held there, slowly seeping red from the crevasses of his fingers before pulling away to look at it. “S-Shit….” this was all horribly, horribly painful.

The devil resisted his urge to dig through the kitchen like a hurricane, curiosity, discipline, and anxiety. But even in this unfamiliar kitchen the task was too simple to allow him to distract himself with that alone, especially with his bloodied gloves leaving subtle prints of his son in the other room bleeding. Their was no way Glasses would actually die from this, at least the devil was... semi-certain, a lack of reality, or maybe just arrogance on his part, as Satanick was the devil, things like being killed where farther from him then the average demon. His ear twitched hearing the demon gasping quietly from the other room.

Crack. The glass in his hand shattered now- when did he start shaking too? Satanick found it much easier to ignore these painful feelings, or better yet to act before he had to deal with something worst. He silently apologized to glasses and pulled out his phone bringing up Lecs number, he’d rather deal with their relationship being worsened then to deal with them unable to have one at all. And the father couldn’t admit it to himself but he wasn’t ready to deal with the thoughts of another death so soon, at least not alone, surely Lec could ease his worry and even help Glasses.

Finally with that settled, and the thought of Glasses growing worst he hurriedly threw the shattered glass away and made a drink for the demon before coming back into the living room.