Kane's explanation just hurt his head. But emotions had never really be his forte. Not unless it came to Michael and Samuel. Dimitraeus's face twisted into a scowl, but there was no sense in arguing it. He wanted to know why, but at the same time he knew it just from what Kane had told him. His heart made a funny little flip and he rubbed at his chest absently. He didn't even respond to his comments, not at first. "Well, sounds about as shitty as my situation." He took a slow breath, then shook his head and laid back down. "But I won't share that right now."<br/><br/>In truth, it scared him. Kane could probably even smell it, since he could hide shit right now. He carded a hand through his hair. "I'm liable to sleep for weeks. If you want we could have a quick fuck before I say good bye?" he suggested, letting his eyes roam down Kane's body, but he wouldn't push matters. Fuck it had been one hell of a day. Dimitri closed his eyes, willing his body to relax one way or another. He didn't want to do much of anything right now, expect being tortured by Kane in such delicious ways or sleeping so he could recover from the latest shit storm. There was no reason to try to make sense of things right now.