"Tisha??!" Deneil is taken aback when he sees Tisha on the other side of the door. With her tweets about Nire and the digs she threw at him last night, he assumed that this would be the last place she'd be. Deneil came around here to check on Drew after it was made clear he and Tisha were no longer together. The rapper himself never actually said anything on the matter though and it alerted Deneil. He was worried that Drew may have took the news badly and had done something stupid. Standing there in his signature black leather jacket, he takes a step back from the door. "I was...just...coming to check on...Drew.." he says sheepishly. Tisha knows all about the affair and soon the whole world will so there's really no point in hiding his intentions. He was here to see Drew, not her. "I guess this is uh...not a good time..."

Deneil walks in and sees the state of the house. He knows that shit went down. This mess could be Tisha's doing or Drew's...or maybe even both of them. All he knows is that the proverbial hit the fan and everything is on its head. Deneil can see that he's caused upset and it's the last thing he ever wanted. He'd hear of cheaters in the past and feel like spitting on them. Wrecking someone's relationship was despicable in his eyes yet here he is - the bit on the side that caused all of this. He stands in the chaos with his arms folded, not really knowing what to do or say. Tisha clearly wants to talk to him and she's the one with all the questions. "I...I don't know how much you know...but I swear, this.." he says, in reference to the destroyed house and relationship, "this was never my intention...".

Deneil sits down on the couch like a scolded schoolboy. He's from Hackney, has lived on the streets briefly and is affiliated with gangs so he can sure as hell handle himself and be real nasty with his words but he knows that he's in the wrong here. He's meeting the woman whose relationship he fucked up. This is the adult world and he has to take responsibility. It's not a petty argument over something trivial that would allow him to get all up in her face. This is very much a real situation and he has no right to have an ounce of attitude. "When it started...I didn't go into this purposely wanting to ruin a relationship and hurt anyone. I know that sounds fucking stupid to say but it's true. I don't get kicks out of stealing men. Fuck, I didn't even know that I liked men until...I met Drew. We just...clicked. No, we didn't stop ourselves from having sex. I put my hands up to that. We could have just walked away but...we keep...we're uh...just always drawn back to one another." Deneil looks down at his knees which are bouncing and shaking. When Tisha asks how he really feels about him, he feels his heart sink. In all honesty, Deneil has never been able to label it. He has strong feelings for him, that's for sure but how can he really love him if he also loves his fiancee Mandy and would do anything for her? It's a fucked up situation for sure. "I've been here before but we've never done anything in your bed. That I can swear on. T-to answer your other question...I...I have...really really strong feelings for Drew. I wouldn't be doing this shit if I didn't. I know that doesn't make it any better but I want you to know. Drew means a lot to me."

"No she doesn't know...and she's been through a lot lately. This would tip her over the edge. She went into rehab and I was there for her but she was just...distant. She still is in many ways. I love her and we've been engaged for about two years now. We're going nowhere fast. She's not even staying with me, she's with her cousin. One minute she's all fine and cheery, the next she's not responding to me. I feel like I can't win. It's not right to keep on going the way it is with Mandy. It's not a healthy dynamic we have. It's also not right to leave her after she's been through rehab and be the bastard that potentially sets her back again." Deneil sighs and holds his head in his hands. It's the first time he's truly aired out his thoughts. He tends to bottle them up and try to forget about them. The issues with Mandy, the uncertainty of the future, the mess with Drew and the conflicting feelings about his sexuality...all that runs through his head on a daily basis and it's why he's been turning to drink and drugs lately. "I wouldn't even label myself as bi. I...I don't even look at guys that way. It's just Drew, man. He...he just fucking does something to me, Tisha. You probably don't want to hear that but it's the truth. I can't fucking decide what the hell it is I want. I don't even know who the hell I am anymore." Deneil stands up, running his hands through his thick black hair, sounding all panicked and flustered. He's clearly a broken man, or at least teetering right on the edge of it. "I've come close to fucking swallowing a bottle of pills over this. I'm sorry, Tisha. I am truly sorry for everything I've done to you...but I can't promise anything right here, right now. I can't just make my mind up over something like this." he confesses with tear filled eyes.

Deneil walks around the living room, looking down at his feet, not knowing where the hell his life is going right now. No amount of begging and pleading is going to make Tisha forget about this and rightfully so. It's not as if he broke something of hers or said something offensive that could be forgiven and glazed over. He's sleeping with her fiance. Deneil's starting to feel scared and defenceless which is never a good thing as the true Khan self preservation kicks in. The brothers' pride is a force to be reckoned with. They'll only be pushed so far and feel sorry for themselves for so long before they try to save face and build up their walls again. "I hear what you're saying...but Drew did tell me one thing. You and him had arrangements. You've had threesomes before. You've both been with other people...all while engaged. I don't know who the fuck Nire is but I'm sure he's getting some too judging from your Twitter feed. Is it honestly just the secrecy between me and Drew that really bugs you? Both of you are far from innocent...so why are you having this talk with me? Why are you throwing shade my way on Twitter for the world to see? Why is my name on the fucking bathroom mirror? Am I a threat or something?" Deneil isn't trying to sound like he wants to enter a debate with her but like his brother, he suffers from word vomit and when he has something to say, it all just comes out without a second thought. "Here's the thing. I have strong feelings for Drew. It's not just his cock. It's not just the way he makes me feel. He's a great person to be around. A true talent and a great friend. I don't want to give all that up just for the sake of "doing the right thing" only for you and him to start sleeping around again a few days later."

Deneil stands completely still, unfazed by it all. Growing up with Billy, he's used to people getting all in his face and losing their shit. Someone screaming in his face is not going to make him cower away. No chance of that. Deneil's been stabbed before, so this is nothing to him. Also, seeing that Tisha is a woman, he sees no need to be all on edge and ready for anything physical. He would never resort to anything like that. "And likewise, Drew would be with you ALL the time if he didn't have feelings for me. You say that he's a ho and...whatever, his business...but I know that when he's with me, he feels something. I'm not just a cum dump for him. Believe that. I'm not trying to say what we have is far superior to what you have, definitely not. What I am saying though is that it's fucking difficult and has some substance. I wouldn't be standing here if I couldn't care less about him. I'm not going to throw it away, losing a terrific friend and person in the process just for you to continue riding other guys and thinking it's not as bad because of "arrangements" or whatever." Deneil's starting to become a little more heated as he knows that Tisha is not going to back down easily. Once the fire has been fuelled, it's hard to tame a Khan. "I don't care if you're black or as white as Michael Jackson's ghost, I'm not going to hide how I feel. Oh and dick, cock, penis, willy...whatever you want to call it, it doesn't matter. I've still had a few rides on it, regardless of what it's called."

Deneil raises his hands, not to strike Tisha but to protect himself from the slaps. She may be screaming at him, telling him to get out and hurling threats his way but there's no way he is leaving. The wise thing would be to go but he's not going to let her have the last word and be chased out of her house. A Khan moves for nobody, even if they have to learn the hard way that it isn't always the wisest thing to do. "Irrelevant? I really don't think so. Couldn't care less about that shit anyway even if it were true. I just do my thing, stay lowkey and do it for the love of music. I don't see it as a popularity contest. Seeing who can re-release the most albums and blow the most people in order to land the Superbowl gig." Deneil knows that it was a below the belt comment as soon as he said it but it's too late to take it back now. He was about to unleash another load of venom until Tisha stated that Drew's said some stuff about him too. Deneil is a very private person. He has a tiny circle of friends, stays out of the showbiz lifestyle and recluses at his home in London most of the time. Opening up to Drew took a lot out of him as he's usually so guarded and private. The thought of his business being spread churns his stomach. "Wait...what?? What the fuck has he told you about me?!"

Deneil stands in the doorway, purposely holding onto the frame to show that he's not going anywhere until he gets a straight answer. He knows that he fucked up tonight. Arguing with Tisha certainly only exacerbated the issues they had and it's not going to go down well with Drew when he finds out but fuck it, there's no going back now. "I am not going anywhere. What the hell has been said about me. I've spilled everything tonight. Told you what was what. You guys need to speak up too."