Absently, he nodded to Hakuba, his face dark and preoccupied. If the boy didn't drink the potion, he'd probably force-feed it to him. At least then he'd enjoy himself.

Zechs no longer hesitated. He immediately stood, crossed the room, and took Tyki in his arms. It wasn't just to embrace the man - though that was a good deal of the reason he did so. The Noah was obviously exhausted and was having troubles standing. He allowed his lover to rest the majority of his weight upon his own self, if he chose.

Eyes shut, face buried in Tyki's hair - but being gentle, so gentle - he said softly, "Chirst, Tyki. Just ... I tried so hard ... I'm so sorry I couldn't reach you."

He didn't know where to begin to explain their odd behavior when Tyki entered the room, and didn't know what Tyki would say should he do so. But right now - he really, really needed this. Especially if Tyki was to get angry with him later.

In close proximity, it was that much more obvious the weight Zechs had lost, and the pallor of his face, and the lines drawn across it. The living room was a mess of wires and now broken computer parts. Zechs smelled almost overwhelmingly of roses and ... Wait. Was that a cologne similar to the Noah's own?