Judith
*The Monster hunter fell back against the wall, yawning. The rapier faded away in his hand, same as it had come. This hallucination, it was just here to torment him, in a way, he figured. To poke and prod at the things that made him the way he was. He didn't like it. Right now was a time for peace. To take the pain away...* 

"Good." 

*Eyes threatening to close, he'd grip the wall next to him, barely able to keep himself upright. The drugs in his system was something that he could no longer feasibly resist the effects of. One might suppose it was good timing.* 

"You're... Welcome."
Bethel
The Drama noticed that Ishikawa appeared to be at his limit. He chuckled some and slowly retreated back behind the couch, finally breaking his gaze from Ishikawa to turn and look at the bookshelves and what exactly was on them. It wasn't important to his earlier investigation, he was just curious. To him, an untouched bookshelf told more about a person than the books on it, and the books wouldn't tell much as, well, what would a book tell of someone's character if it's never used? He just thought, maybe, he could find some entertainment for the night after Ishikawa went to sleep.

Speaking of which...

"You strike me as... Tired. I believe you should get some rest." The Drama chuckled and slowly turned his head to Ishikawa. Though it may seem like a ploy to get Ishikawa out of the room and let the Drama spend the rest of his night alone, it was a genuine concern. Of course, the Drama did want to be alone, and he spoke because of that, but, deep down, the reason he thought to tell Ishikawa to sleep was because he was genuinely worried about his wellbeing. 

The Drama, however, would never admit this. Not even to himself. He merely said to himself that it was a bit of Adrian's softness slipping through.
Judith
*The Hunter slowly began to slide down the wall, until he was sitting once again. His body slowly began to become limp, his tension fading away as he finally stopped attempting to keep himself awake for the sake of his guest. Shivering, he tilted his head slightly, smiling tiredly. Yawning,* 

"I believe... You'd be right.." 

*Ishikawa fell onto his side, luckily already on the ground. He sprawled out, and his bird looked at him, tilting its head to the side, fluttering its wings concernedly. It then looked at Adrian.* 

*This room was far too cold to leave him there...*
Bethel
The Drama prepared to sit down, but stopped just as he crossed his legs. He didn't jump, he didn't perk up, there was no clear reaction to indicate that the Drama was surprised; however, he was. He slowly looked at the slumped over Ishikawa, and hummed. His first thought was one of worry. Adrian was probably just worried for Ishikawa and couldn't help to think it, but the Drama would never feel like that, so he brushed it aside. *His* First thought was that he should probably carry Ishikawa to bed so that Ishikawa would be far from him when he made his escape. After all, he wouldn't still be high in the morning, so if the Drama was still there he wouldn't have that excuse. He chuckled. 

"How bothersome..." He cooed.

"How bothersome indeed..." He strolled over to Ishikawa and eyed the hawk as he did so, careful to not make any movements that might be threatening. However, his stroll was filled with a mixture of soft leisure and sure intent, so his movements were far from it even without him trying. Nonetheless, he made the extra effort- just in case the bird was extra skittish. After all, the whole reason he decided to stay was to not ruin his suit.

As he reached Ishikawa he leaned down. Now closer to the kitsune, he noticed all of the horrid detail on his body, and now that it was in his face it was harder to not be unnerved by it. No, the Drama wouldn't be bothered by such things. *These are merely aspects of his character,* Adrian thought, *A necessity that shows a dark and troubled past without shoving it in your face with long, overly dramatic explanations.* Adrian gently pulled his hand up to his own stomach and let it rest above a specific spot. 

...

The Drama shook his head and began removing his gloves. As he did so, he observed the scars more closely, trying to piece together what might have left them and how long ago they were left. He tucked his gloves neatly into his breast pocket, and gently, ever so gently wedged his hands between Ishikawa's body and the floor. Then, he began to hoist him up over his shoulders.