Kyle's eyes slowly got bigger and his eyebrows gradually rose on his forehead as Jericho explained the situation.  "You. . . you guys own all that?  Hell, that's friggin' sweet!  Oh, um . . you might want to look at that in a mirror.  I know scalp wounds can bleed a lot, but no reason to take chances, y'know?"  For some reason, he felt awkward having no handkerchief or cloth to offer to stem the flow of blood - unrealistc, but still, felt odd to have a guy bleeding next to him and nothing to do for it.<br/><br/>The elevator<strong>PING</strong>ed its arrival, and they both stepped in, Jericho pressing the button to ascend.  "Ok, so, since you own it, I gotta say - it's awesome.  The apartment could be a dump and this building would still be great."