Sampson jolted at the sound of his name. He snapped back to the present, shaking his head rapidly. "Oh, shit," he cursed, grabbing the frying pan and dumping it in the sink. He turned on the ceiling vent and opened the window. Smoke had filled the kitchen but nothing had been on fire. Except his mind when he turned and saw Ryan there in nothing but a towel. It was true he looked quite a bit like Kane, but that hadn't been why he had gone down memory lane. The memories just came and went as they chose, against his will, and were in fragments and pieces that just outright soured his mood. He swallowed, letting his gaze roam, and his face pinked up a bit after he realized he was staring. And the smoke detector was still going off. He cursed again and ran towards it, wrenching the thing off the wall to pull the battery out.<br/><br/>"And this is why I want my memory fixed," he grumbled, more to himself. "Fucking...flashbacks. Enough already." He continued to ramble under his breath as he opened up all the windows to vent it out. "I uh, I have cereal if you want. I can scrub out the pan, too, but I don't know when you need to go to work or...what." It was only Saturday but he hadn't a clue what Ryan's schedule was like. He came back towards him, pretending that Ryan may have heard anything he had said. But he hadn't wanted him to, because even if he remembered things with Kane or whatever it was he was forgetting he had made his choice.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Eden carded his hands through Kane's hair, wondering why the human. "Hmm. Well, who says he has to be one? He could be a friend, you know." He flapped a hand and pulled back. "I don't know. If you want me to release him, fine." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the antidote to the drug and tucked into Kane's breast pocket. "Why don't you go back and make it up to him, hmm?" More distractions. He needed more distractions, and if giving Kane a fuck toy wasn't enough maybe he could get Rai and Kane to talk, because Rai was a demon. Demons didn't want relationships. They wanted power. Sure he was fond of Kane, but they helped each others' station. Love had no place for such thing.