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It took one bone-crushing hug, and a lot of effort to escape on Lovino's part before the brothers could begin to explain, to the others and to each other. "Feliciano how are you here? I thought you were.. I thought I'd lost you."

"I well we" He stopped abruptly gasping and turning to face Meagan, "They're still out there!"

"Who are?" Lovino stepped forward placing his hand on his brothers shoulder.

"Gilbert and Lili"

"They're alive?" Feliciano could have sworn that just for a moment there was a genuine smile on his brothers face, if he didn't know better that is.

"We don't know. We got s-separated when we came in. There were more than we expected. A lot more."

"I'm sure we'll find them okay? But don't worry about that now, there's nothing we can do until tomorrow." Lovino's face didn't change as he spoke, but Feliciano could feel the grip on his shoulder tighten and it was all the comfort he needed. "Uhmm Amy this i-" he was cut off mid sentence by a wave of her hand and led Feli past them to meet the other man. "Anton, this is my brother Feliciano and Feli this is Anton, he is a history professor from Paris".

The man reached his hand up to take Feli's, eyes barely straying from his book as he mustered a "was" before dropping his hand.

The two brothers then left and Lovino led him across the room to a sofa before he stopped them abruptly and looked up to meet his brothers eyes, "wait a moment."

"What?" Lovi said with a lack of assertion in his voice that told Feliciano his brother already knew what he was going to ask.

"Where is he?" There was silence for several moments as he watched Lovi's eyes brim with Anger? Sorrow? Regret? Maybe even Joy. He couldn't quite pinpoint it. "Lovi, where's Anto-"

"Out... Okay? Antonio went out. He said he had some stuff to do and he'd be back real soon, he promised…so don't worry."

Feliciano couldn't accept that answer as good enough, but he decided that right then might not be the time to push a matter that seemed so sensitive and he dropped it. He took himself over to the couch and Lovino busied himself, in what had been deemed 'kitchen', making dinner for the five of them. Meagan and Amy joined them on the couch when it was ready and they spent a good few hours talking about nothing in particular. Anton never joined them or said anything. Feliciano tried not to let it bother him, but it did. A lot.

When the moon was at it's highest point and the wailing outside was the loudest, the group of them decided to turn in and Lovino led Feli to the next room that contained a double bed for the both of them. Feliciano said goodnight to Amy, Meagan and to Anton, but only received a reply from the former two. He felt warm and cozy as he slid into the bed beside his brother, it was familiar and safe and wonderful. Despite that though, he couldn't shake the thoughts of how Lili and Gilbert would be spending the night, or if they would be spending any more nights anywhere. He tried not to let it bother him, but it did. A lot.

"Goodnight Felici. Thankyou for coming back." his brother whispered, and Feliciano wasn't quite sure if those words had even been for his ears but he smiled and pulled a little closer.

"Goodnight Lovi". Feliciano couldn't sleep very well though and as he lay beside his brother, he saw in the moonlight what he'd seen in the lounge room before he realised who he was. He saw a frail, thin frame of a body, topped by a tuft of scraggly hair and draped with rags. Lovino's eyes had been the same, strong and fierce and stubborn as anything but now that they were closed he saw how his brother truly looked. His brother looked sickly, hollow, somewhat vacant but no word seemed to describe it better than undead. As he tried to fall asleep across from his brother the word stuck in his mind. And he tried not to let it bother him, but it did. More than he could ever say.