Ryah was tempted to ask Drake if he was<i>sure</i>that Kane couldn't be killed. But then he realized that one, Drake had been around longer than him, he likely knew more about the supernatural world. And two, he knew Kane on a personal level. Surely the vampire would know if there was a way to defeat the demon. Ryah didn't realize that it was a curse though, that made Kane the way he was. But, he thought a little uncharitably, maybe the demon deserved it, after the way he'd acted, barging in and hurting him, acting like an arrogant, little prick.<br/><br/>He sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face, tired even though he'd literally just had breakfast. It felt like he'd been up for hours already. He came up a halt before they got any further away. "Jesus<i>fuck</i>," he mumbled under his breath. "Okay then. What are we going to do? I don't have any weapons on me but I'm not leaving you to talk to him alone," Ryah informed him. He didn't think talking to the asshole was the wisest course of action but if that was what Drake wanted... Personally, Ryah really liked the thought of riddling Kane with bullets.<br/><br/>Biting back a sigh, he headed back to the stairs to his apartment. He didn't like it. He felt positively naked, weaponless as he was. He stopped just outside good apartment door, which was still wide open. He couldn't hear a thing coming from inside though, and that made him wary.<br/><br/>History. Drake and Kane. It made him wonder what kind of history. From his exchange with Kane, he'd assumed they had been sleeping together. But Drake hadn't outright said it himself. Ryah was surprised that the thought of Drake and Kane together made his anger rise, blood simmering in his veins. What the hell was wrong with him?