<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Isaiah only smiled and shrugged, Kais claiming the real occupant of the house might take issue with his being there. It didn't matter. After the night he'd had, Isaiah didn't exactly care, and the chances of the home owner coming back from whatever trip he was on were slim. If he was in town, Isaiah would know about it, because he always got in contact with Isaiah when he was in town.<br/>
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Kais didn't <i>ask</i>, and like usual, Isaiah was less than forthcoming.<br/>
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Isaiah was left to once again wonder at Kais' abilities as he was suddenly alone downstairs, but not truly alone. He was getting the idea that Kais could be right there beside him again should he have a need for him, the way he called for him in the hallway of Dylan's apartment. He could hear him upstairs, but only because he imagined Kais didn't care if he was heard or not.<br/>
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Once upstairs, Isaiah was more than happy to allow Kais to help him out of his clothing, if only because he just didn't want to be bothered with it. He watched as Kais did the same, and began trying to reassure him. Part of it too, he realized, was a concern for Kais as well. The way he'd initially found him hardly seemed like a joke.<br/>
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Kais perhaps didn't understand. Isaiah wasn't the sort who preferred to rely on anyone for protection. Doing so was admitting just how vulnerable he was in this situation, and that left a sour taste in his mouth. His face made his thoughts a little bit more obvious, but still, Isaiah didn't want to explain himself. They'd already had a rough night without getting into what made Isaiah feel safe. He was used to enemies, just not enemies he wasn't equipped to handle on his own. There were too many variables he didn't understand, and just as many he couldn't explain.<br/>
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Isaiah wouldn't have been able to rest easy that night without Kais doing what he'd done to encourage it. Kais was better than any drug he'd ever taken, and he hadn't even been tempted that night. He'd set the crystal glass on the bedside table and he settled against Kais' nude form, mind still going and words still spilling from his lips, though less recognizable as time passed, until he faded completely.<br/>
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Isaiah felt rested the next day, though he slept far longer into the day than most would deem appropriate. They'd had a long night, all things considered, and Isaiah needed the rest. Kais was there with him in bed when he woke, and Isaiah crawled up his body to steal a morning kiss before he was off to slip into the shower. Whether Kais joined him or not was up to him, but he had more pressing needs than sexual ones that morning.<br/>
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“I'm starving. How about you?” Isaiah questioned, unsure if the other male operated with the same sort of sustenance that he did. Isaiah found a robe that belonged to the owner of the house and donned it, though he didn't bother tieing it as he went downstairs to the kitchen. He ignored most of the culinary ingredients for something basic; a box of pancake mix he mixed with water from the tap. He buttered the pan and got the first one started before leaning back against the counter to consider Kais.<br/>
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“We should probably talk now.” Isaiah hadn't given him much if any time to do so before. Really, he hadn't been able to process any of it given all that was thrown at him at one time. He figured he could stomach it easier in small bites.<br/>
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“Please help me to understand this.” Isaiah flipped the pancake. “You fell from the grace of God? That would make you..” Isaiah didn't say it out loud. “I don't follow scripture or any of the tales from my old Sunday school teachings.” He made a face of mocking almost, for what good religion had done him.<br/>
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“You'll probably fail them again, picking me to watch and protect. I'm far from a worthy candidate, considering my typical <i>habits</i>.” Isaiah turned once again, this time to hold Kais with a hard stare. “At any rate, I don't need it. Your protection, at least I didn't until you came along, not that I'm complaining over your company.” Isaiah just didn't want to feel like he was in the position to owe Kais anything.<br/>
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“Now, who is it who is after you? Why is that? Because you escaped whatever imprisonment you were supposed to endure?” Isaiah was doing his best trying to piece everything together, from the information that had been hastily given. All of the day before was a blur of some incredibly blissful moments combined with some truly terrifying ones. He was lucky to remember anyone's name upon waking.</span></span>