Ivan looked away. "I'm sorry to hear..." he muttered.

"and my dad would fucking beat me" he laughs "probably would tell me to go tend to the animals and sleep out there if i was so fucking worried about them! then lock me out"

Ivan sighed. He knew what it was like to be mistreated like that... He had spent his whole life misunderstood and rejected, so he could sympathize...

"i mean dont get me wrong, i fucking loved my dad and looked up to him alot, he was just harsh as fuck" he sighed and suddenly just passed out his head hitting the table with a thump. he was so drunk

Ivan nearly jumped a mile when Gilbert passed out. He let out a quiet sigh, and again carried Gilbert up the stairs and into his bed. It was about time he himself got some sleep, too.... Ivan returned to his own quarters, and, making sure to lock his door, he, too, went to sleep.

gilbert jolted awake the next morning his head was pounding. he could barely see straight. damn how much had he drank last night.....fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk his heaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddddddd he tried to get up but fell on the floor with a groan. he didnt really find himself wanting to get up

Ivan, for the first time in many weeks, was able to get a good rest... He woke without being awoken, and actually felt rested. He put on his disguise, then opened up his door, and heard Gilbert fall to the floor. He ran into his bedroom. "Are you alright?" he asked

"aghhhhhh" he groaned from the floor and covered his head "shhhhhhhhh the noise hurtssss" god his fucking head even his thoughts were to loud

Ivan cocked his head to the side. Was Gilbert sick? "What's wrong?" he asked

"fucking hangover" he mumbled

"Hangover?" Ivan asked, confused. He had no idea what that was, in truth!

"shhhhhh" he winced at the noise "youve never had a hang over?!" he whispered incredulously

Ivan shook his head. "Not once."

"you lucky bastard"

Ivan laughed. "Why, is it bad?"

"no its a fucking party" he said sarcastically gripping his head "ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i dont want to move" he stuck his head uner the bed to get away from any and all light

Ivan followed him. "Where are you going?" he laughed. He had to admit, he was amused.

"SHHHH no noise.... no noise.... away from the light and things that make my head explode"

Ivan shrugged "So you don't like the light?" that gave him a little idea... Though perhaps it wasn't the best of ideas....

"not when i have a hang over i dont." he groaned his heeaaaaddddddd ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh when was it pounding like this ugggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ivan placed a hand on his chin, thinking. If Gilbert doesn't like the light, then what if....?
He sneaked a shadow over to Gilbert and made it cover his eyes so he couldn't see the light anymore. Ivan was sure that would help.

He sighed for a moment... It was dark under here... It seriously helped his head... He laid there for a minute before deciding he had to get up he started to get out from under the bed dreading the light increase...

Why wasn't the light increasing!? He stood his eyes widening "I-Ivan!? Are you there!? I cant see!" He started panicking and he tripped falling onto his own bed

Ivan flinched. Why was Gilbert so tense? "Yes, I'm here..." he replied, taking a step away when Gilbert fell over.

"W-Whats wrong with my eyes!? Can you see? Why cant i see!? Fuck im not like blind or something!?" He tried to get up again but balance was difficult without sight

Ivan nodded. "Yes, I can see." he replied. "Why, is it bad that you cannot see? I thought you said the light hurt..." he mumbled. He thought he was helping Gilbert....