The scent hit Demetrius well before he arrived at the door to his apartment. For any normal person this would be a welcoming gift to arrive home to after a long hump day at work, and while he appreciated the meal and talent behind it, he was concerned over Seth being sent home early... again.  There were worse things a teen could get into after being sent home, so he counted his blessings and parked his rolling brief case in the mail alcove and fished out the stack of mostly bills, before going up the stairs to his third floor home.<br/><br/>It had been a battle keeping Seth interested and focused on school for as long as he had.  Some days he considered it a pure miracle.  And though others that knew them both meant well, he didn't see it as a fruitless struggle. he'd give his life for his little brother and when the need arose, he opened his home to him. With the condition their dad was in, he had been neglected too long. Demetrius wanted to be the motivation in his life until he found his own.<br/><br/>He opened the door and managed to put his things down in his own room and even change out of his  work suit before Seth noticed him the music was so loud.  As he tossed his clothes into the hamper he slumped his shoulders at the over flowing monster in the corner of his bathroom.  Seeing it was well past due, he threw on just a pair of shorts and filled a  laundry basket.<br/><br/>"What's this scent violating my senses with delicious promises? Smells good." he set the basket down near the laundry closet doors and peeked over Seth's shoulders. A hand naturally went to the boys hip as usual and he gave him a little half hug, not wanting to disturb whatever he was doing, but longing to love on him a little   "Home early I hear?" he didn't have time to hear all the details and wanted to now what was up from Seth himself. he never liked hearing what other people had to say about his brother anyway.