move either, it was all he could do to keep himself still and stop his body from shaking from the cold that still seemed so deeply set within his bones and Jean was warm, even though he was making the cut down his chest burn and his ribs scream in protest. "M'sorry..." He mumbled out, zoning out for another moment before continuing, not even recognizing or properly hearing the sound of his own voice. "Had a disa...greement with a ...mm...a wall..." The moment Chess flung at him it was all Kaydence could do to stay standing, one hand gripping the doorframe tightly to stay standing, bracing himself against it while his other arm wrapped tight around his husband, not caring if his hold was hurting him, fingers digging into his side and all while his neck bowed and his face came to rest on top of the musician's head. There was so many things he wanted to say but didn't speak a single word, he just stood there, never wanting to let him go. (12:30:18 PM) PittSoDeep: Romeo's response was soooooooo funny to him right then it hurt to laugh. But luckily Jules managed to pull Jean up before he made his poor lungs collapse again. "I'm going to kick the shit out of that mother fucking wall for you. I'm blowing it the fuck up." He declared. Then Jules asked Romeo if he would like to stay on the farm until he was better. He'd be able to get good medical care there and be close to the library, whatever he needed. Jean was already arguing. "We have our own place thank you very much Dad. You can bring your damn team here so we can stay at home." ---- Chess eventually had to pull back too and tried to lead Kay over to the bed able to tell how weak he felt from everything. Caim was getting up and said, "I'll just leave you two be. All you have to do is ring or clap and an imp will show up if you need anything. You want me? You know how to hit me direct." He smiled soft and was heading for the door. Chess had already been told so many stories by this point that his head was full of wonderment and amazement really and as intense as selling his soul and knowing Hell is destiny for sure now, there was one thing Chess didn't want to do, and that was to make it worse or act scared even if he totally was. He was trying to focus on the good parts. He needed to and that was all the stuff that started to come from his mouth, "We have a pool here. We get keys to this big place and everything. We get to go to all kinds of secret places and meet secret people. I can have as many dogs as I want here. Hooker and I are going to open a kennel. Like a homeless shelter for lgbt abandoned canines. I'm even allowed to have a fucking girraffe if I want one." Oh god Chess was doing that. Yes he was.