Silas was beating himself up over being such an easily embarrassed mess that morning. He had somehow escaped the apartment without Cian, saying he wouldn’t let someone walk around town with him in those oversized clothes, and proceeded to head out on a clothing hunt, forcing Cian to stay in Silas’ apartment again. Luckily, the psychic’s taste in clothing was quite okay, so he didn’t have much problem finding a few items for the shorter man. The whole shopping trip took less than an hour, but for some reason, Silas found himself just standing outside his apartment door. After a minute, the door opened. Cian was staring at him with his eyebrows raised.

“Why aren’t you coming in, weirdo?” The man moved to the side and gestured for Silas to go inside, as he did. The hallway light had stopped working a few weeks ago, but Silas had never bothered to change it, though he would might consider it if Cian would stay with him a bit longer. He brushed the thought off, and took off his jacket and shoes. He had not said anything to Cian, who was standing with his arms crossed behind him. Silas took a deep sigh, finally letting go of the thoughts that had been swirling inside his mind for a couple hours, and setting his mind on something entirely different. This wasn’t the time to have a stupid crush. He finally turned to face the older man – oh god he’s even hotter now – and handed him the bags.

“Here are your clothes. Also, I’m sorry I can’t let you out of my sight just yet – I’m sure you’re dying to get home right about now,” Silas apologized, rubbing his neck while looking at the floor.

“It’s fine, kid, really. We’ve got a bit of a… interesting case on our hands now, don’t we?” Cian sheepishly smiled at Silas, trying to catch his eyes with his own.

“Yeah, speaking of,” Silas looked up, determined, “Get in the gym clothes that you hopefully won’t trip over, those that look better than those old rags you’re wearing. We should head out.”

As the two walked up to the warehouse, Cian seemed to grow more and more restless. He was looking over his shoulder every other second and scratching his arm or face more times than not.

“What’s got you so worried?” Silas questioned with a slightly amused tone he couldn’t hide, hands buried in his pockets and casually strolling on.

“Just,” Cian started, pausing to bite his lip, seemingly asking himself whether to continue or not, “The fact that basically a stranger – who kind of kidnapped me – with very weird abilities brought me to this godforsaken place which looks like it belongs to the mob, and is happy doing so. Is it weird I’m wondering if you’re about to kill me?”

Silas paused for a moment, trying to hold his laugh in. He soon burst into a laughter, making Cian flustered and smack him on the shoulder. Silas wiped away some fake tears before explaining.

“I’m not killing you, jeez,” he begun, “I’m bringing you to my special place,”

“Special place?” Cian gaped, “If that’s not suspicious, then I don’t know what is,”

Just as the taller boy was about to retort, he just let out an ‘ah’ and stopped in front of a building. He had been using the warehouse for practice since he moved out from his parents’ house, and nobody had ever known about it. Not like he ever had friends to show it to, though. Yet, there he was, with someone by his side, unlocking the padlock on the side door. He tried opening the metal door, which made a loud squeak as it barely opened up. He sighed, looking around for other people before kicking the door open with an assist from his powers.

“Welcome to my second home.”