Guilt snaked its way through Ferro's guts as he sat in an unfamiliar place with the man for whom his life had been twisted and his sister's life sacrificed.
It was a small space, with a common area that was simply two desks and a wall, a small bathroom, and a pair of bedrooms off towards the edges, with the only windows looking out. After arriving, Kir led him to the left of the two bedrooms, letting Ferro sit on the bed as he took a chair and sat by the window.
The guilt twisting inside Ferro made him feel strangely cold, and so he pulled the blanket around himself, feeling no better for it but a little grateful not to be as naked as he had been... a strange thing, perhaps, given where they'd just been and given the half-naked metatron in the room. Kir's chest was marked with hypnotic, ripple-like tattoos that drew Ferro's eyes as he avoided looking at the male's face.
