You scared yet? [CAELAN]

He appreciated Caelan's help but he felt bad that he even needed it. It was their job to put their lives at risk. They were born into this life style, though regardless Devan couldn't picture either of them living normally like other kids their age. They had both seen too much death, too much chaos to be normal teenagers. He had thought that Caelan knew this, and yet he still looked so upset.

Devan wondered if maybe he'd said something to bother him. Maybe asking Caelan to go to that school in front of his parents was a bad thing. It had probably put him on the spot and Devan was only realizing that mistake now. He held onto Caelan loosely, not wanting to put too much strain on him either. They were both going to be damn sore tomorrow, but really he just wanted this day to end. After Caelan helped him into bed he curled under the sheets and sighed in relief. This was definitely more comfortable than the kitchen table.

Carefully slipping his jacket off, he tossed it onto the floor and tried to get his pants off as well until he realized that Caelan was being quiet as ever. He understood that he needed some sleep, but so did Caelan. Was he pissed off at him for the mistake he'd made? Devan had already apologized, so what was wrong now?

"Caelan, what's wrong? I know I screwed up, it was all my fault. If you want to be mad at me fine, but I am really sorry." He was a bit defensive, but this was only due to the fact that Devan felt like such a failure already. Seeing Caelan react this way just made him feel worse. He propped himself up on his elbows so he'd be able to looked at him a bit better, regardless of how uncomfortable it was. "..Are you okay?"

Caelan was acting strange, being distant, and Devan didn't like it. He still felt as if he'd done something wrong to make Caelan so upset, but he figured that getting hurt as he had didn't entirely help either. Tonight was just one big mess that he wanted to leave behind them. Though he didn't say anything more until Caelan stood up and began taking his clothes off. It wasn't the disrobing that bothered him, but the marks on his back as he turned that did.

Devan's eyes grew wide as he realized the extent that Caelan had been injured, making his heart sink and twist in weird ways that he couldn't explain. He pushed himself up further, stifling the pain in his stomach as he held onto his midsection and groaned. He brushed it off though and glanced over at Caelan once more. "What shirt? You can borrow one of mine, but why didn't you tell my mom you were hurt too?"

Whatever else he'd been talking about before didn't seem to matter. Devan wanted to be able to help Caelan too, no matter how badly it hurt him. Devan looked at the shirt that Caelan had found, that was his obviously, but it confused him. How did Caelan's shirt get here? It left Devan momentarily speechless as he tried to connect the dots but he could only make assumptions. He must have left it when he'd spent the night one of the many times he'd been over. That made sense.

He shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, feeling exasperated and at a loss. "Don't go anywhere tonight. Stay here, I mean it." Devan worried that Caelan would try to sneak out, and it bothered him to even think about but Cael was so rebellious at times. They needed to stay together, and at least here they were in a house full of hunters.

Devan smirked at Caelan's response, amused by his sarcasm despite how it probably should have bothered him instead. Devan simply couldn't get mad at the person that had saved his life, and in truth it was only just then that he officially realized that this guy did save his life tonight. He felt grateful. Devan knew that he owed Caelan big time after what he had done, therefore as he watched his friend gather some spare blankets and curl up on the floor he had to say something about it.

"You should sleep up here Caelan. You got hurt too, and you deserve it after what you did for me." He sounded like he was giving Caelan a suggestion, but really he wouldn't take no for an answer even if his friend declined. Devan could be just as persistent and forceful, if not more so than Caelan could be rebellious. He didn't want to see Cae in pain, and since he didn't have the ability to fully pay back for the good that he'd done today sacrificing a portion of his bed wouldn't hurt.

Devan would scoot closer to the edge so Caelan could crawl over him and sleep between him and the wall. If anyone was going to fall off he would rather it be himself regardless of his injuries. "So..about that school. Do you think you'll really go?" It was still stuck in his mind and he couldn't stop thinking about it. He wanted Caelan to go with him now more than ever because of how hurt he'd gotten. Clearly he was useless without his friend, and

"Who knows, I might need your help keepin an eye on the vampys." Devan scoffed, "They have opportunities to keep up on our training there, with this position called 'prefect'. It's not as dorky as it sounds..or maybe it is, but I think if you tell your parents that you can use your training there it might sway them too." Anything to get Caelan on board. Devan was going full on advertisement.

Didn't do anything big? Sometimes he hated it when Caelan was so humble like this. It made him feel like an arrogant jerk. Of course he would have done the same for Cael if their roles had been switched, but that didn't make what he did any less bold. Not all hunters would actually take a 'bullet' for one another, and to have someone who he now knew truly would, it both made him feel happy and immensely worried. What if Caelan had gotten hurt far worse tonight because of him?

Devan decided that from now on he would try to play it safe -as safe as he could possibly pull off while in this line of work. For the time being he'd let Caelan be modest. Devan didn't want to bicker, nor embarrass Caelan to the extent that he'd actually get upset with him. "Of course I would, but I'm still grateful. I'm now forever in your debt~." Devan chimed teasingly, playing up the damsel role that he'd apparently pulled off well tonight.

Resting back against his pillows, Devan turned his cheek to look at Caelan as he spoke and accepted Devan's offer to sleep in his bed with him. Still very interested in what he'd say about his proposal about the school he didn't say anything more until his friend gave him his real opinion about it. Though the moment he stated 'not that bad' Devan immediately began to beam. He could tell that Caelan was giving in even with that remark and it made him happy.

"You say that now but I'm sure you'll like it. Plus we get to stay up later as a perk." Devan had no doubt in his mind that he was going to get Cae to go to that school with him now. They were going to be living in a dorm together, and that in itself seemed perfection. They'd been friends since birth practically. What better way to spend time with one another than to live in closer proximity?

Devan was trying to remain positive as best he possibly could given their situation, and current condition. However, he could tell just in the way that Cael spoke that he wasn't being very optimistic himself. His wide smile faded to a small grin. He sighed contently, pulling the blankets up and over Caelan's shoulder, as well as up closer to his chin. They'd just had a near death experience, though it spoke about what sort of personality Devan had to be able to smile right now. He didn't want to worry Caelan so much, but clearly it wasn't working, regardless of what he said.

"I won't do anything risky like that again." He said sincerely, hoping to try and sooth his friend once more. "...Were you scared?"

He couldn't resist, despite how it hurt, Devan had to laugh at what Caelan had said. "Hell no I'm not putting on a dress. I'm the manliest princess you'll ever meet dammit." He smirked, finding the now lightheartedness of the conversation comforting in a sense -even more so now that Caelan was going along with him rather than keeping to himself in his confined little bubble.

Devan slipped his hand back under the covers and laced his fingers together to rest them over his stomach carefully. It was warm under the blanket and he could practically feel Caelan's body heat under the sheets. It felt nice in comparison to the cold outdoors they'd just come from. His grin fell just slightly while Caelan confided in him, actually expressing how he'd felt during the ordeal in the woods, making Devan feel special that he was even hearing such words.

Though he could tell right away that Caelan was tired. The way he formed that sentence didn't sound right and it almost made him seem like he was drunk or on something for a split second. Just thinking this brought Devan's smile back, if only for a moment. "You did good Cael. Let's get some sleep now. You almost sound drunk already." Devan teased, before adjusting himself in his position on the bed and closing his eyes. He caught Caelan's yawn, and did the same a moment later.

"Goodnight Mr. Drunk Person."