After discarding the body, Rurik dropped to his knees, over taken by a frenzy, hands tugging at the boy's clothes, hands thrust into pockets, as if looking for something. After a moment, he shoved the body away harshly, and dropped back onto his ass on the cold basement concrete floor, a small brown prescription pill bottle in his hand, the beginning of his personal collection.
His darkened eyes flashed on Kai. For a long moment he simply looked at the other, unable to coordinate his thoughts and his mouth to speak. After a moment, he stood and slipped the bottle into his pocket. He gave a short nod. "Thank you." The words were English, which may or mahy not have greater meaning.