Nexoki hadn't been kidding when he said a deal made with a god was not easily broken. Shaking hands with a god on a deal made markings appear not only on the one making the deal...but on the hand of the one agreeing to the deal. He had respect for mortals to an extent. That was thanks to Nate. He enjoyed the small but true smile he earned from Evan. It made a warmth form in his heart. Sure he could have been pigheaded and all about what he wanted but...thats not what Nate had taught him to do. He had taught him better than that. Taught him to care about others feelings. To accept even humans, mortals, deserved respect. That they deserved an option in a situation. He knew eventually Evan would have questions about the markings he had noticed he had seen. Would he even be ready to answer them? Probably not but he'd still do it most likely.<br/><br/>He chuckled in amusement as he heard the loud grumbling. "Alright. Come along then." he said with amusement. He took the guy by the shoulders and turned him around. He guided the guy to the luxurious sized kitchen. "Do you like ham and cheese omelets with onion and bell pepper? Nate used to love those." He said softly. "i dont mind. quite hungry myself." He said honestly. He looked down at Evan sighing a bit and nidded his head. Letting go of Evans shoulders. He got out ingredients for omelets including the needed frying pan. "He was my everything." he said honestly.<br/><br/>e looked at him over his shoulder. "Know what?" He said in confusion. He looked back ahead until he spoke. The pan clattered to the counter. Nexoki's eyes wide as can be. He turned around as he heard the news. His eyes searching Evan as if hoping this was a joke. "He...is...gone?" He echoed. The pain and sorrow in those three words could be heard and weighed through the air like a ton of bricks with some cylinders of concrete thrown in. Tears rimmed his eyes when he realized this was serious. That his friend was really in the river of dead. That his love and lover...were gone. He closed his eyes. Going to Evan and hugged him a bit. "Its okay. We both miss him but we got to keep going for him." He let him go and went to making the omelet. "Did he go peacefully? Did he go peaefully to the River Of The Dead shared by all dieties no matter their nationality?" he asked. He needed to know even if the words came out strained.