Felinis: Hi, so I had to take a break for finals and then when getting back I needed to focus on a fanfic commission... I also needed a little break for myself. But, I'll be back on all my fics and the story shall continue...

They don't talk just sit together in comfortable silence till Yuri drifts to sleep on the bed. Flynn doesn't bother waking him and instead sits on the bed and softly runs a hand through his hair. He's such a nightmare, but a smile still sits on Flynn's lips.

His hands rhythmically massage the man's scalp while Yuri seems to let out a pleasured purr. He circles around his horns and down to the base of his skull. When he sleeps like this Yuri is open to Flynn. He can find all the parts he's been hiding and the way he's stressed himself. Why couldn't he just tell Flynn what was wrong with him? Be open. They were friends.

"Idiot…" He sighs and leans down and pulls him close to his chest. Flynn kisses his forehead and does his best to sleep. Yuri stirs in pain a few times and Flynn wakes when Yuri falls to the floor softly screaming in pain.

"Yuri!" He's clutching his chest gasping on the ground. "What's wrong? Yuri are you okay? Stay with me!" Yuri wheezes and grabs at his arm. He runs over his back whispering softly. "You're going to be fine. Just breathe."

Yuri coughs out his name in broken syllables as Flynn grips his hand tightly. It's a few long minutes before Yuri swallows and holds himself up again. "I'm fine now."

"What happened?"

He points towards the window. "The blastia… it put out a really strong pulse… I just need to catch my breath."

"Want me to get you water?" Yuri shakes his head.

"I'm good." He stands slowly and starts heaving on the bed. "I just need time to get myself back together." Yuri tosses him a glare when Flynn doesn't back away. "I said, I'm good." Yuri winces and touches the back of his head.

"What's the problem?"

"Just… just a pain in my head." Yuri hisses. "It'll pass." Flynn wishes it was just pain, but he knows it never is. It's always something even if Yuri isn't aware of what it is either. He groans and lies his head down on Flynn's lap. "Fuck, this hurt!"

"You sure I can't get you anything?"

"Just stay still like a good pillow while I deal with the fucking sledgehammer on my brain." Flynn massages his temples as his hand notes bumps at the base of the skull. They're large and solid with liquid swishing inside. A blister is the first thought, but they're much too big. He presses lightly and feels something solid as Yuri cries.

Yuri is wheezing clutching his head as he tries to kick away the pain. His eyes start to look wild as the pain grows and Flynn goes to cover his mouth. Whatever this is... it's bad and Flynn isn't sure what to do. Those blisters are bubbling and expanding in a grotesque horror.

He thinks to cut them off grabbing a blade, but Yuri retreats at the mere touch. He bites Flynn's hand and blood drips down his palm. Flynn yelps pulling back. There's a madness glowing in Yuri as he jumps away pressing himself against the wall defensively. He's growling and his teeth are bared at Flynn.

He whispers sweet words holding his hands up defensively. "Yuri, it's alright. Just calm down." He's whimpering in pain under those growls as Yuri clutches his head. Flynn forces himself closer pinning Yuri to the bed as he tries to gag his voice with a hand again. Yuri's biting the shit out of him and it hurts but he preservers. Nobody can see this.

This is new though and it's scary. Flynn always knew what to do prior because it was their bizarre form of normal. This is terror and it's clawing in his chest because he doesn't know what to take of the sight. Yuri's body spasms again as he wheezes for air as those blisters bubble. Flynn thinks he might vomit as he notices something dark shift under the skin. Flynn's minds drifts to watching insects hatch from an egg as that thing presses up against the skin. The blisters are practically the size of Flynn's fist and it's disgusting.

He does vomit because those things burst open with blood and some sort of bodily fluid in his face. He pulls away and relieves himself on the rug. There's a foul smell in the air that fades soon enough. Yuri's stopped screaming and is now lying on his side giving long hollow breathes. Draping wet and sticky are two purple… things… jutting down from his neck almost to his waist. They're thin and whatever appearance they have is matted and darkened by the wetness. Flynn prods carefully and Yuri winces.

Flynn wonders if these might be antennas…? Either way needs to watch Yuri and take of him. Plus, take care of the vomit since it's starting to smell. Flynn quickly rushes to get supplies for that and cleans up the vomit and himself. Flynn spends the rest of the evening curled up on the edge of the bed watching Yuri and once he finally falls asleep let's Flynn feel safe enough to rest.

Yuri's still not back to his senses when Sodia knocks on the door to come wake him up. Flynn jumps up and sighs as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. He's going to need a kettle of coffee to get through this day. Yuri's hovering over him proactively softly growling like he did back in the Lower Quarter. Flynn places a soft hand on Yuri's head shushing him. Yuri relaxes at the touch and falls next to him on the bed still shielding Flynn whatever is outside the door. Flynn calls that he'll be out in a moment and does his best to try and worm away from Yuri. His assumption last night was right. Now that they're dry Flynn can see the thin feathery antennas poking out of his hair. They look just like the few Krytians Flynn has seen. The tips have a slight reddish tint to them and when he brushes his hand they're soft like down feathers.

Yuri jerks away at the touch and Flynn uses this chance to escape. He's not sure what he's going to do… He needs to investigate the magistrate, but he also needs to make sure Yuri's okay. Flynn doubts Yuri will be fine alone and at some point Estelle will come looking for him.

Flynn pulls on his clothes and tries to think of a solution. The most he can figure is that if Flynn locks Yuri in here and makes sure to check often it will buy him a few hours. Flynn gags Yuri and does his best to tie the man to the bed. He has to go to work and figure something out over breakfast.

Sodia raises a brow when he gets dressed far later than he's ever been before. "Sir, did anything happen?"

Flynn sheepishly grins and does his best to play it off as a mere fluke. "Last night I couldn't sleep. It's nothing to worry about just slight fatigue."

"Will you be okay?" She asks looking him over and knowing he must not have slept well because Flynn knew for a fact he looked like shit. He hadn't even bothered shaving and his hands were still bit to hell.

He nods his head sternly. "A proper knight never neglects their duty." But, what the fuck was he going to do with the idiot tied up in his bedroom!

It's Karol who brings up how it's very late in the morning and Yuri is still gone. Estelle immediately looks a mixture between extremely worried and extremely pissed. He doesn't blame her. "If he's going to run off he should at least tell us. What if something bad happened to him?" Her face is twisted into a perpetual pout while Rita eats her food without a care.

"He's probably still sleeping over in Flynn's room." Rita says through a mouthful egg. "I saw him head in there last night."

Karol sips at his juice slowly. "Should we wake him up?"

"I'll do it.' Estelle says jutting up from her seat and walking to the door with a stern look in her eye. They have a lot they need to do for these poor people. Not to mention that she wants for Yuri to finally be honest with him. Though, Estelle doubts that…

She taps on the door repeatedly, but doesn't get a response. She hears shuffling inside and her brow creases. "Yuri, I know you're in there open up!" She calls again, but there is still no response and now Estelle's blood is boiling. She knows Yuri has to be awake with how loud she's being. Estelle's about to slam on the door again when she hears a soft cough and sees Flynn walking by with a food tray.

"Um… Lady Estellise, can I help you?" He asks cautiously.

"Yes, I'd like you to tell Yuri to get out of bed."

Flynn's trying his best to sturdy his face to the best of his abilities as he awkwardly mutters. "Now's not a good time. He's… having an… extremely difficult episode… I think…"

"You think?"

Flynn forcibly chuckles and then his head sinks. "Yeah… let's just say this weird even for Yuri"

Her eyes widen because even if they are hiding the specifics she's certain on at least one thing. Somehow or another like a fantastical beast Yuri grows horns. So anything weirder than that must be truly bizarre. "Is there any way I can help?"

"No! No! I can handle this. Just cover for him. Say he's sick or something and needs bed rest." Flynn looks like he's at his wits ends. "I've been helping him through these moments for years. I know how to handle it."

"It must be hard having to keep it a secret." She says and he smiles sadly.

"It is."

"I bet it's even worse when you can't be there to help him." Estelle watches that pink that always dusts Flynn's cheeks at anything with the notion of romance. It really is tragic that Yuri can't notice that look in Flynn's eyes when he looks at the half-breed. It's the kind of gaze Estelle always dreamed of in her stories. "Don't worry, I'll help where I can."

He thanks and quickly slips inside as Estelle catches the briefest sight of Yuri tied to the bed. What kind of 'episodes' does Yuri have? That looks downright… Estelle's face turns red and she decides it's best to move on.

Once untied Yuri is quick to move about the room and Flynn does the necessary measures. Including making sure Yuri goes to the bathroom. Which always has and always will be his least favorite part of episodes that lasted more than a few hours. Flynn feeds Yuri the food he got in chunks. Placing it on his lips and making sure that enough times has passed between bites. One time Yuri almost choked like this and since then Flynn's been absurdly cautious.

When Yuri decides he's done eating he curls around Flynn nuzzling at him. Flynn can only indulge a few minutes before he has to run back out and retie Yuri to the bed. That is Flynn's whole day in a nutshell. Run to do work to try and expose the magistrate. Hit a road block and run in to check on Yuri. Work! Yuri. Work then Yuri. He grew horns at some point between one of the checkups and had to rush to take care of those before anyone noticed. By the end of the day he's downright exhausted and collapses on the bed with a groan while Yuri's silver eyes are asking for attention.

"Yuri… I know I said I'd find other reasons to drink, but I lied. You are the very core of my reason. You are my alcohol problem."

Yuri sitting on top of him and the antennae brush on his legs. Flynn curiously strokes them and Yuri freezes. He strokes again and Flynn notes the way Yuri's body seems to melt. He starts rubbing his head against Flynn as Yuri purrs. It's different then the sound Yuri usually makes and there's heat radiating off him in droves. It makes sense, Yuri seems to always run hot and feverish when he's like this… But, he'd say this feels different. Yuri's skin was clammy earlier, but he's dry now and he seems perfectly fine.

Flynn feels like somethings wrong, but he's not sure what. His hand stops touching and Yuri growls bitterly. He hears something said in Geraios or whatever language it is Yuri says he's speaking. It sounds like an insult so Flynn lightly yanks on the antennae and Yuri yelps. Tears start pouring down Yuri's eyes uncharacteristically and Flynn quickly rushes to calm him. He calms down too quickly as well and his body feels like ice. Flynn spends the whole night clutching Yuri close to keep him warm. Praying Yuri will be normal in the morning….

The bed's empty when he wakes up and he sees Yuri staring in the mirror. He looks heartbroken, but he smiles when Flynn wakes up. "Thanks for taking care of me."

"No problem."

Yuri doesn't say anything about the new addition to his person. His hand drifts over the surface and he grits his teeth. Flynn wishes he could think of something to say to help Yuri. He wants to give Yuri comfort in this, but it's pointless. Finally, Yuri mentions something. "I don't think I can cover this up."

"You can't really see it from the back. We could get some dye and try to make it less obvious."

Yuri shakes his head. "No. I don't think that'll work. These things are pretty sensitive."

"So what'll you do?"

"I'll put up with this. I don't think anyone will care much." Except they will. His friends will ask questions and the people around them will no longer give him the same grace of half-breed. He doesn't look human… He isn't human. Flynn known for awhile that Yuri has never really been human…

Yuri leaves without a word striding into the bathroom in his room. He's staring at his reflection and more importantly at his watering eyes. He feels wrong. Every emotion and feeling he has is swinging back and forth on a pendulum. He thinks he might be sick. Yuri could cut them! He could cut away this disgusting growth on his neck, but every fiber of his being tells him not to. The slightest tug and a pain jolts through his neck. Krytians always die when humans cut their antennae. They always fall apart and these things are just like that… When they brush his hair, he feels strange. Shivers tingle down Yuri's spine and he feels the need to squirm. Even if he tried to hide these Yuri feels he might drive himself crazy attempting to do so.

He notes that the blastia he's been hearing before is louder now. Its voice is clear. No longer a humming but instead a voice speaking broken repeated words. He thinks the sound might drive him crazy. He wants to go back to normal. Yuri is human! He's not… not this! He needs to pull himself together. He has a job to do!

Yuri takes in a deep breath ready to confront everyone…