The tears welling up in Alexei's stunning green eyes took Celio by surprise. He certainly couldn't<i>fault</i>him for crying, but the sight of tears spilling down pale cheeks filled him with dread. What did he do? His words seemed to just make things worse, even though he thought he had asked an innocent enough question. Clearly, Alexei didn't understand what he was saying. Celio didn't know what the poor thing<i>thought </i>he was trying to say, but it didn't seem to be anything positive. Oh, gods, this was difficult. Alexei didn't seem to know any Spanish, and Celio didn't know enough Italian to properly communicate his thoughts. How was this going to work?<br/><br/>Clearing his throat, Celio tried again. "Do you have... things?" he asked, making a vague gesture with his hands. What was the word for 'clothes'? Ah, he couldn't remember! He didn't want to leave here without grabbing Alexei's belongings if he had any, but all of the pheromones had made him agitated and unfocused. He wanted to leave here immediately and take a bath to get the stink off of him.<br/><br/>Celio sighed, raking a hand through his soft, dark curls. "Bag?" he asked hopefully, mimicking the action of putting a bag over his shoulders. He then gestured again towards Alexei. "For you?"