The dropping if the gauze was par for the course. But his more neutral and sympathetic tone spoke volumes. It was a lot. Maybe this was a dumb idea. But he felt Ryan ought to know before he went into his feelings. But when Ryan said so automatically that Kane had killed Diana, his own gaze fell. "He can probably never know then," he said softly. Well it would have to come out one way or another. After a few solid moments, he cleared his throat awkwardly. "I... Had wondered if I should tell him. It's not in my journal that I'm Diana's brother, but it all sort of fits together. I... I've never felt this way before, and it's both good and very confusing. Frustrating, infuriating." He looked over, then rose to go and wash his hands. The wound was there, but it wasn't bleeding as badly. He then reached down and grabbed the gauze. "I... Probably shouldn't be going to you for relationship advice. Two demons, and you're... not. Maybe I just needed to get this off my chest." No. He was still upset, but he hadn't really known the depth of this situation before he walked into it.<br/><br/>He looked at Ryan again. "If you ever want to know more about her, just, hmm." He needed to figure out a way for Ryan to call on him. He snapped his fingers and went to the IV kits nearby, finding a syringe. He plunged it into the wound, his back to the annoying camera. He drew a vial and set it on the table. "Dump it into a fire and say my name. Dimitreaus." He scratched the back of his head. "Sorry to put this clusterfuck on you. I just don't understand how I feel... Only that I do." His back was still throbbing, and his skin was prickling all over. "Fuck this place feels like an angel shit in here." Charming...