It took far longer than one would expect for Kane to show back up in his room. He was feeling worn out and weary as he had worked hard not to let his mind spiral and that might have been the only reason he hadn't noticed that his room had another presence in it. Most people didn't bother to bother him there frankly so when he pulled the door open to find the hunched-over figure of the man he both desperately wanted and didn't want to see he actually came to a bit of a standstill as his brain caught up. Yet he had promised himself that he would make an effort to be friendly with the other and maybe Dimitri was coming to him as a friend.<br/><br/>He stepped into the space skating his glance around as it caught on the paper resting on his bed. Considering his space was pretty sparse and neat it was no shock that any introduction of a new object wouldn't escape his attention. Though it took him a bit to really take in what he was looking at and had to cover more distance with a few strides to make sure his mind wasn't playing tricks on him. Certainly, he was tired enough to be seeing things but this? Picking up the paper like it would fall apart in his hands there was no doubt about who was staring back at him. Sure, it might have been a drawing of Iris with shorter hair, but at the same time those eyes were not her sharp or cold calculating ones even in black and white it was crystal clear to Kane. He didn't even realize that he had started crying until there was a wet spot on the paper which he moved away not to add any more damage to the image.<br/><br/>Looking up to Dimitri he kept trying to get his voice to come out but it felt like a vice had come down around his throat. All that he could muster was, "How did you....?" It was a pained voice that sounded more wounded than he could ever recall himself being. "There was never any pictures-I-I was forced to destroy all of them-" He chocked out before his jumble of a mind would order or sense of it all.