Silas stirred awake, finding himself laying on a lap. More specifically, Cian's lap. His eyes shot open and he was about to bolt up and off of the couch he was currently on with his legs propped up on pillows. His attempt of escape was avoided by a reassuring hand that held his body firmly in place.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. You're fine," Cian hurried. "We're both fine, okay? Please just rest a bit, kiddo,"

He turned his green eyes towards a couple of blue ones, and stared into them for a moment, not knowing what expression to make, or what to say. Therefore, he just laid there for a while, staring up at the ceiling and sometimes at Cian's face. He was absentmindedly stroking Silas' hair, while keeping a close watch with the outside of the shed. The lights were on again, and everything had somehow gone back to normal. Except for some of the broken lights and the nasty, metallic taste of blood in Silas' mouth, of course. After a few minutes, perhaps way more, Silas finally managed to say something.

"What-," he cleared his throat, meeting the eyes of the other boy. "What even happened?"

Cian sighed, frowning, and using his free hand up to push his hair back. He sighed one more time before shrugging.

"Honestly... I have no clue,"

"Where did the shadow go?"

"No idea,"

"Why is there a bunch of blood on the sweatshirt I bought you today?"

"I might've panicked and dried your face of blood using it?" Cian looked at his sleeve and gave a sheepish smile. "I know, that was dumb of me, but what else was I supposed to do? Like, look at that pool of blood you made,"

The still shabby-looking man pointed to the floor, where there indeed was a surprising amount of blood in a small, smeared pool that Silas hadn't noticed earlier.

"Yikes," he stated.

"Yep," Cian looked down at Silas, a worried expression on his face as he bit on his lip. "Anyways, don't do something stupid like that again. Like, never,"

"I'm sorry," Silas sighed and rubbed his face, noticing the dried blood on it, and making a face. "I really am. I was basically powerless. I have no idea how that thing got so strong," Cian looked at Silas with question marks printed all over his face.

"Don't tell me you've met that thing before?"

"I... have," Silas began, wondering whether or not to tell him. After some bantering with himself, he decided to go for it. "It's the same thing that was in my room that night. The first night I discovered my powers, there was a shadow who might've 'triggered' it somehow, like I told you earlier. And this thing... had the exact same presence," Silas glanced up at the older man, nervous for what he would say. The man simply shrugged.

"That's intense. And also, probably not just some coincidence, I guess,"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," Cian rubbed the back of his neck again, trying to find the words. "I think something like that just happened to me." he finished, locking eyes with the blood-covered man, who gave him a deadpan stare.

"...Why didn't you just tell me that, like, fifteen minutes ago?"